Page 142 of Be My Wife

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But he disarmed me.

Powerless, I gave in to all his demands.

I wanted to rush, but he savored.

So I let my inhibitions go and allowed him to caress me.

I wanted hard, rough and dirty all night long, but he was increasingly gentle.

So I slowed to his pace and let him consume me.

I wanted to keep my eyes closed.

He kept his open.

Demanded that I do the same.

In that deep, commanding voice he told me to look at him.

Only him.

Always him.

So I watched him as he touched me.

I held him so tight I thought he’d cry out.

I opened myself so wide I thought I’d split apart.

I almost bawled when he descended on me.

Gathered me up.

Took me into him.

Filled me to the brim.

Then he carried me away on a heart-breaking and tender rhythm.

His kisses stole my breath.

His strokes stole my sanity.

When I thought he couldn’t push me any more, he whisked me to new and higher heights of pleasure. Planes I never experienced even in the depths of our wildest passions.

Something deeper.

A taste I can’t get enough of.

Even now…

I touch the corner of my eye and feel the tears forming.

Stupid girl.

It’s just sex.

Amazing sex.

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