Chapter Twenty-One: Three Days

A cry tears from my lips when he lifts my body and slams me back into him.

“Oh…God…”

I cry, and instantly, my panic on ‘soft sex’ fades.

As if his first move was to startle me, he instead swings into my body. At some point his arms cradle me like a child as he continues rocking into me.

I don’t know if it’s the security of his strong arms on me or the fact that I haven’t had sex in ages, but I already feel as if I am close to an orgasm.

A shadow looms at the end of the hall.

Someone is watching us.

“Wait, wai-”

“No.”

His firm answer quickly erases my cry, and as if to drive home his point, his thrusts grow faster.

My world goes white, and my hold on him tightens as my sex clings to him.

As if unconcerned by my state, Christopher begins to move with my entire being clinging to him.

"I'm coming... sto..p moving."

I cry as each step drives his cock slightly in and out of my spasming sex.

“Chris- Mr- Mr D’Amico?”

A trembling voice calls.

Perhaps I am seeing my own things, but is that…Sabri