It feels so good. Which complicates everything.
“Even if it’s good now,” I pant, “it’ll be hell later. This is the only thing you and I have ever been good at.”
He drags in and out of me in slow, steady strokes. The friction makes my toes curl. My head lolls back against the wooden post.
Mikhail releases my wrists so he can grab onto me for better leverage. I claw my nails down his back and at his shoulder blades as I pull him closer.
“You know what would make me feel good? If you sucked at this.” I moan as he fills me completely, my body spasming around him. “Maybe if this didn’t feel good, I could forget about…”
He swirls his tongue over my n****e and palms my breasts. “Forget about what?”
I could forget about the future I’ve begun to imagine. The life we could all have—you, Dante,
