Chapter 20

• He pulls out and flips me over yet again. Through barely open eyes, I witness a fascinating expression on his face — half cocky, self-satisfied grin, half affectionate smile, like I’m a friend and he’s happy that I’m clearly so blissed out.
• He kneels at the edge of the bed and lifts my legs, propping them on his chest. I’m grateful that he doesn’t make me do any work, because I’m not sure I could manage at the moment.
• His cock sinks back into me, and with his eyes on my face, he starts to fuck me again, deep, long strokes that gradually build in pace until he reaches a steady rhythm, our bodies slapping together, his bed shaking beneath us.