How we got naked and in bed was a mystery to me, and even to Xin, I could tell he didn't know either.
The way he moved. Clinging to my bare back, pulling me closer, pulling me deeper inside him, and his hips meeting mine perfectly each time, was all the evidence I needed of just how lost he was.
His hands gripped me tighter with every shift, tracing the curves of my sides, exploring, holding, refusing to let go. The friction, the heat, the way we moved together,.. it was overwhelming, consuming, undeniable, a silent confession of desire neither of us could put into words.
Not to brag, but I was good at this, even though he was the only man I had ever shared something like this with, every time, every single time we moved together, it felt like I was alive in a way I hadn't been before.
Waves of pleasure shivered through me as our bodies aligned in sync, and I wished, again and again, that this could last all day, all night, indefinitely.
