(From Blue's Perspective)
"No more…"
He did not listen. Part of me did not want him to either.
He grabbed my hair and pulled it back as he moved his hips. My knees shook, but I kept my balance somehow.
"Dem… Please…"
My insides stiffened and my legs started to shake. Just a little more. I wanted more. I wanted him to move fast and drive me crazy. I needed him.
But he gentled just then. The crazy feeling inside me subsides. Frustration. Once again. He had been doing it at least three times today.
"Dem! Not again…! Please…"
"What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice husky, not playful at all. It was like he was punishing me. But what for? What did I do?
"Take me. Do it… properly."
"What is 'properly', my wife?"
"Just… take me and make me… come, please, Dem… I want to. Please."
