Emma

He keeps me in his arms. Maybe he believes I will vanish if he releases his hold on me.

My legs feel weak and my inner thighs are wet from our contact and my shirt sticks to my body after I sweat. I can feel his heart racing against my chest with a rapid pulse that matches my own heartbeat.

He pulls off my jeans and panties.

He carries me down the hallway without a word. And pushes the bedroom door which is already half-open to step inside. The bedside lamp emits a soft light that creates a golden hue throughout the entire room. He continues to walk until...