And I understand.

I keep going. She crosses her ankles behind my back and pulls them almost to my neck. “Harder” she hisses, and I do it harder.

Never have I seen her so out of control, writhing and bucking, clawing at my back. My hands grapple all over her, her waist and her thigh and shoulder and I dig my fingers in her hair. She grunts and groans and keens and whimpers. ***** symphony spilling from her mouth. And she is rough. Raw hot breath comes from our red lips, tears just beyond our eyelids, we are on the verge and it has never, never been like this, so hot and real and raw.

She pulls my hair, yanking me roughly into a kiss, and I quicken my pace, pounding her hard and I pull her hair too, afraid that’s too much, but she just moans with joy and it pushes me closer.

“Ohgod. I’m so close.”

“Me too!” she hisses, baring her teeth. “Don’t come! Let me come first.”

“Okay.” I hold the ***** at the base so it doesn’t rub me so much, then piston in and out. That’s too awkward, so I settle for rubbing her ***** while I keep *****. The response is immediate, beautiful, searing. She clings to me still tighter, so tight I can barely move my fingers on her nub, and screams into my ear. I feel her shake and come.

It lasts for long seconds. I feel the waves pass through her body, and the friction decrease as she gets impossibly wetter. She digs her nails into my scalp, pulling me down for a brutal kiss, and I think, god, she’s never let herself be this way before.

“Oh, god, Darah…” she breathes, holding my face in her hands, kissing me. She tastes of sweat and heat. “Hmm! God, I – ***** amazing!”

I smile but don’t stop kissing her, don’t stop *****. “So close,” I whisper to her lips and she wriggles under me, bucking in a way that makes me moan. “Ohgod! Shane! Gonna come so hard.”

She curls her fingers roughly into the flesh of my *****, stinging with fingernails I didn’t even know she had, and, I explode. It is a hot intense ***** that covers me in waves and leaves me dumb for a good five minutes. I collapse onto her, still inside her, and I wonder if this is what guys are like. I feel like that, like a sweating inelegant mess of shaking flesh, my parted lips breathing moistly on her breast. She just holds me there, and when she kisses the top of my head, I sob.