Page 60 of Hooking Up
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He moves harder. Faster.
His groans get low.
His thighs shake.
"Fuck. Iris." With his next thrust, he comes.
He pulses inside me as he thrusts through his orgasm.
Once he's spilled every drop, he pries his body from mine.
He goes to take care of the condom.
I sit up on the couch.
I may not know a lot about what I want.
But I know I want this.
A lot more of this.
