I dragged her by the wrist down the short hallway to the bedroom, both of us half-stumbling, mouths crashing together every few steps because neither of us could stop kissing long enough to breathe.

The second we crossed the threshold I shoved her face-down onto the mattress, her ass up, her fishnets ripped wider by my hands as I yanked them down to her knees.

She moaned into the sheets, pushing back, already begging again.

“Please, Delilah. I need it. I’m so fucking empty.”

I didn’t answer right away, I let the silence stretch, heavy and thick, until her breathing turned ragged just from waiting.

Then I walked slow to...