"Sly." I glanced down at him.
"Don't tell me you are tired already?" He arched a brow at me.
"Far be it." I smirk. "We have a lot to make up for, don't you think?
Just this small thing?"
"I was just making sure we were on the same page." Sly flipped me, so I was lying on my stomach.
He dragged me back so that my knees were on the edge of the bed before he dropped to his knees and pulled apart my ass cheeks.
I was happy when I felt his hand there; I wriggled my arse a bit, to get comfortable to accommodate his length.
I was eager to have his shaft in me, but was disappointed when I felt him probe my arsehole with his finger.
"Argh!"
It hurts a bit, and that confused me.
After the first night I spent with him, I've never felt the ache any more.
However, it felt as if the ache had just returned tenfold.
"It will be just like your first time, Lee. You—" He paused.
