I’m speechless. Is it possible for a girl to melt and re-form this many times in one s****l experience? Is it medically advisable?!
I don’t know and I never want to find out.
All I know is this: “I don’t want you to stop, either.” I grab his face and pull him down in our sloppiest kiss to date. “Never. Never, never, never.”
He sighs into my open mouth. “You’re going to f*****g destroy me, sweetheart.” He kisses me, achingly tender, stroking my hair while he remains buried deep. “I don’t deserve this. You’re not meant for a washed-up old bastard like me.”
I could argue, but one look in his eyes says he’d never believe me. He truly thinks he’s beyond redemption. But I know better.
So, even if I don’t say that part out loud, I do say the thing that will get us both what we want.
“Since
