OPAL

I get lost in the heat of the moment.

Every time Bruce thrusts into me, I see stars behind my closed lids. I have an arm wrapped around his neck while my legs are bound tightly around his waist. I'm raising my hips to meet each deep, delicious thrust. My sensitive nipples are pressed against his hard chest, and the sensation of having them rubbed like this travels straight to my core, making me wetter. Needier.

During moments like this, I feel closer to him than ever. I feel so much ...