Breakdown is awes... very turbulent. Josh is right about that.
I'm worried, though. Is it okay for Julia to have one now?
But, on the other hand, I don't dislike her forceful ways. She pushed me down and straddled me. Her tongue is exploring my mouth, and her fingers are latched on my shirt.
She doesn't ask me anything. She just orders me what to do. And I can't but comply.
I've slipped one hand under her bra while the other arm is latched around her waist. Not that she has any intention to leave, but I keep her still just to be sure.
«Get your clothes off,» she murmurs.
«Listen, Julia... We're both not at our full capabilities...»
«You don't want me?» she moans.
«I want you to remember it when we're done,» I point out. «Right now, you're just following your instinct, and,» as much as it's pleasant, «you can't fight it.»
