~Back in LA~
The precision of his thrusts had me gasping for air as my body embraced the pleasure. I could feel all my senses tingling.
It was the first time we made love in over a month. With everything going on, there was no time for it, and to say I missed him was an understatement.
His lips took mine in a gentle kiss, making me cling tighter to him.
"God, I missed you," he groaned, voice rough against my mouth. I could tell he was close. I felt the tension in his muscles, the tremor in his breath, the way he said my name like it grounded him.
"I missed you more," I whispered, my voice barely steady.
I couldn't scream for fear of Donna Carmela possibly overhearing us from the next room, but it was getting harder to keep quiet. The bed creaked under us. My fingers clutched at his shoulders as the pleasure built faster than I could contain.
