The Night Before I Knew Him
Her breath is everywhere—gasping, moaning, whimpering, “ahh—ahhh—ahhhhnn—fuck, yes—”
And me—grinding, forcing, chasing release—clawing at denial.
Natasha is the real deal. This slick heat around me, these wet fucking cries.
I slam in harder, holding her down as her voice breaks into wild sobbing moans, “ahhhn—ahhh—ohhh, god, yes—fuck—”
Her body convulses, dragging me with her, her scream ripping the air open.
I shut my eyes. Memorize her scream, not June’s laugh.