BELLA

"Ah, Fred..."

Aside from my moans, the room held a quiet, almost sacred stillness, like the study walls were sheltering us from the world. I sank further into the chair moaning softly as the soft leather cradled me. Fred's fingers moved into me tortuously slow, pushing in just enough to touch that sacred spot, and pulling out far enough to leave me gasping for more.

"Fred, please," I begged even though I had no idea what I was begging for. He stopped for a moment and knelt beside me, his ...