I Need You, My Luna
His fingers push deeper, curling inside me, and I moan again, louder this time, my hips rolling against his hand.
"That's it, Megan," he murmurs against my skin, his voice gravelly and approving. "Let me hear you."
And I do.
I let go completely, giving in to the pleasure, to the heat, to him.
And as I feel myself climbing higher and higher toward the edge, one thought echoes through my mind.
I'm so screwed.