Twenty-Nine （B） – Eliza
TWENTY-NINE (B)
ELIZA
H arrison’s fingers slide into my hair as he slides into me from behind, pulling me back so he can whisper directly into my ear.
“Were you really going to fuck another man while you’re living with me?”
“No… I…” I can barely form words. I’ve never known sex could feel like this—this deep, this intimate. All I want is for him to keep owning my body between the sheets, over and over, for the rest of my life. “I like you… a lot.”
He lets out a low laugh and presses a slow kiss against the side of my neck. “I like you a lot, too.”
He thrusts into me again, harder this time, and I fall apart all over again.
The rest of the night passes in waves of sex—slow, possessive sex on his bed… fast, breathless sex against the walls… and then nothing at all as I finally pass out in his arms.