"I have lots of words inside me, but at moments, like rush-hour traffic at the mouth of a tunnel, they jam." — John Updike
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He couldn't stop. No. He didn't want to stop. It had happened so suddenly it was a crazy blur and now, his heart was dancing in a crazy beat.
Ben had always prided himself on his self-control, but right now, he couldn't say the same. She had come out of nowhere like the wind and torn down his walls and now, his insides were bare for her to see.
He kissed her back with the same ferocity, the passion between them igniting with each passing minute. Ben was not ignorant about the activities that happened behind closed doors, but he had gone celibate for years that right now, he was unable to stop with all of the sensations he was feeling.
