His moan is muffled, into the clenched teeth on my lobe. And the sound of breathing swept through the ear.

He was motionless inside. And stayed there while he flipped me over. The blanket fell down, fell like a veil. His gray eyes narrowed as if in pain as I stepped back and released him. He ran tensed fingers over her buttocks. The tips of the pads in the dimples under the waist. Palm to palm above the spine. Pulled. Pressed to himself.

I started walking on it. Overcoming his hands, which did not want to let go of me even a centimeter. He entered so tightly that it was...