There is so much truth and conviction in his tone, I'm not sure why I detect a but coming. All I know is I don't want to hear it. I want my heart to continue overflowing with the proof that he wants to be with me. So, I pull his mouth down to mine and delve my tongue inside, sweeping the cavern thoroughly, all while whimpering, flexing my womanhood around his sex. How far I've come in only two intimate experiences—I'm already using my body to get what I want. I won't get used to doing so, but ...