Vanessa

Am I spoiled?

Within a few months, I've grown accustomed to the sun rising simultaneously with Brent inside me, making love to me.

This is our last morning in Carpinteria. It's a nice place, from what I see of it.

The bed moves.

I wrap my legs around Brent's waist and my hands on his arms, holding onto him. For a moment, I hold my breath and shudder.

He's over me, his thrusts becoming faster and faster. Then, finally, he hoarsely says, "Oh ...