First post-C, CD fic. First Twi fic. First drabble. Please be gentle.
Thank you to EBT for pre-reading and holding my hand.
You put your hand on my stomach and lean against me. For some reason, it makes everything feel so much better. So full. So much more intimate.
I know it's not, though.
You lean over a little and start moving faster, harder. You're really fucking me. It feels good. It feels like hell.
I can barely keep my eyes open as I feel it building. I moan, though not too loudly. What if someone heard?
As I come, I can only say your name…