I arch my back and his hands cover my chest. Circling around the robe. And the arrow descends lower with a fiery sting - it hits in the stomach, and you want to squeeze your legs. I do it instinctively. I strain my hips, trying to hide the place where my desire originates.

Edgar slows down. Breaks the kiss. And I reach for his lips blindly - I do not want to part for a moment.

“Shhh, don't rush. We'll make it, Taya Ginz. Sit back to me.

He commands. And his deep voice vibrates inside of me. I sit with my back to him. Between wide apart legs. There...