Resignation

But he was undeterred as he continued to work me, to drive me through it.

He moved away after, teasing kisses across my thighs, over the apex of my sex. Soft, sweet. Giving me time to recover.

His lips were moving back up my body, but his hand was between my thighs, his fingers teasing, tapping at the entrance of my body, making me actually aware of the emptiness inside, the ache to be filled.

His lips sealed to mine as his fingers surged inside, his kiss muffling my moan.

I pushed against him, rolling both of us to our sides to give me room.

Then my hands were moving over him.

His chest, abs, lower.

His lips claimed mine for a moment before his hand was leaving me, then pushing mine away. He rolled off the bed, walking over toward his nightstand, sliding on a condom, then shucking off his pants and towering over me with those molten eyes of his.

His hands reached out, grabbing my ankles, and yanking me across the bed toward him, stopping only when my ass was close to the edge.

His han