Kiss me 2.1
Our breaths mingle, ragged.
— Feel, he orders in a whisper. Feel how full you are. How much you belong to me, like this.
I feel. I feel every pulse of him inside me. I feel my own body gripping him, trying to accept him, to mould to him. The sensation is dizzying, too intense, on the edge of pain and the purest ecstasy. Tears rise to my eyes, not of sadness, but of overflow.