Adrian had just finished inside me.
His body was still pressed against mine, I was sore, he was very thick, hard, powerful, his breath ragged in my ear. My thighs were shaking, slick and parted. His hand rested on my hip, steadying me as I clung to the hotel sheets, my fingers knotted in the fabric like I might float away if I let go.
I was floating, actually. Lost somewhere between used and wanted, between filled and full.
I felt ruined. In the best possible way.
He pulled his thickness out slowly, dragging every last drop of sensation from my body, and I whimpered. A little involuntary sound I didn’t recognize. Not pain. Not pleasure either. As he pulled out that feeling of fullness left but it wasn't replaced with emptiness. Something deeper. Needier.
I turned my head to the side and locked eyes with Ethan. I knew immediately what was needed to replace the physical emptiness with emotional fullness.…
