by Laura Mason

Feathery touches on overheated skin. Weightless kisses dropped in places both expected and unusual. Soundless gasps of pleasure escalate to moans. Blunt fingertips burrow into flesh as sinful scarlet lips noisily drag pleasure from his cock. Thin wrists easily held while clothes are ripped away, baring snowy skin.

Motions repeated with dozens of partners accumulate new meaning. Sex becomes lovemaking, then transcends that term. Two are one, pleasures merge and multiply. They meld.

Zeke remembers every bit of his time with Casey. It's the only thing that still makes him cry, recollecting that bliss while reiterating meaningless motions with Beth.


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