Christian and I f**k…for hours.
Or, well, is that even the right term? Because some of it is f*****g, surely – the times when he pounds himself so hard into me that the bed shakes, that I grip the blankets and raise my hips to him, wanting to take him deeper and deeper until I can’t take anymore.
But other parts – god, other parts are so sweet, and so tender. The way Christian cups my cheek as he presses into me – how he tucks his head down against my shoulder and presses a kiss there, his arms wrapped around me like I’m the most beautiful and precious thing he’s ever found. The way he kisses me so softly that I feel that I could happily stay in his arms forever because there is so much more life here in this bed than I’ve ever experienced, ever, anywhere.
We fall asleep eventually, o
