Chapter 45 Perception (3)

• His turn to obey now, and he did, making me gasp and clutch the bed when I felt his tip at the entrance of my sheath, staring at my face; he teased me this time, rubbing against my wet dripping walls.
• "Impatient little thing aren't you" he groaned, leaning his broad back, covering my chest from the little light, and slowly he prodded into me, filling every bit of space.
• I shut my eyes and whimpered, burying my face into his shoulders.