Chapter 72 What's Next?

• Alex
• I can't tell where I start and where I end. Where Zane starts, inside me, around me, ontop of me, or where he ends. I don't know what time it is or even what time means. It feels like a lifetime, and yet like a blink of the eye. Long and delicious, never ending torturous in its intensity. And yet I mourn the end before we even arrive there. I couldn't stand the thought that this moment wasn't something that lasted forever.
• I cling to Zane, my hands digging into the lean cut muscles of his back, his firm ass, his smooth legs. I cling to him. Greedily, wanting more. Moving my hips into each stroke. Desperately, because I am so close to the edge. So damn close. A feather weight could tip me over.