However, when I wrapped my legs around his waist, Alexander let go and his fingers dug into the carpet on either side of my shoulders. I felt the boiling brush of his tongue on my chest, the deeper, stronger and faster thrust of his hips.
The next time he kissed me, he bit me hard. I felt pain, but no regret.
I gathered enough coordination among those tingles of pleasure that left me relaxed, hungry and weak, to search for his face again and hold it with both hands. Pressing my forehead to his, I whispered:
“… I’m here, with you,” I told him confidently. “… enjoy it as much as I do; I’m with you.”
Perhaps my words touched a very sensitive fiber inside him, because Alexander growled something I didn’t understand and drove into me harder. I felt like screaming, although I only let out a
