![]() ![]() He can't talk to you, remember? I remind myself, but somehow I think that's going to change. It makes me feel cherished, even if he is napping when all I want to do right now is talk out what just happened. Even though I'm sweaty and sticky from what we just did, Sam's still plastered to my body, his arm wrapped around me and his hand resting on my throat, as if he has to hold me against him as he sleeps. ![]() The way it felt when he pushed inside me, his aggressive dominance that should have scared me but just turned me on even more…all of it feels as if it's unraveled the old Amy and she's lying in pieces here in the bed next to him. But doing all that with Sam just now…there aren't words to describe the intensity of it all. I mean, as a virgin, I've read books and heard people talk. I'm shocked to my core at what we just did. I do my best to pant quietly as I lie in bed, still trying to catch my breath. ![]()
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