“Oh!” I slammed my hand down on the mattress like a wrestler in the ring who was begging for mercy or, at the very least, asking for some time to catch my breath. You know, someone who was tapping out. The truth is I wanted neither of those things. I might need them but want is a whole different ballgame.

I kept my head down and gripped the sheet in my other fist as Ryder pummeled me from behind. That’s the only way I can describe it. Each stroke was a masterpiece; each thrust ...