We fell into a rhythm.
We spent day time wrapped around each other. Christian didn't go to work as much as he usually did, spending every spare time with me.
But nights, nights were our secret sanctuary.
Sometimes in my room, sometimes in his. It didn't matter where, what mattered was when the lights were off and the door shut, Christian pulled me to him like he couldn't breathe without it.
Sex with Christian was always been great. But there was something different this time. Or maybe it was all in my head.
Sometimes it was soft, slow. His fingers would trace reverent path down my spine and then end up between my thighs. He'd flick my clit and move his finger in and out of me until I came. And after only a second to rest, he'd place his tongue on my pussy and make my fingers and toes curl again.
And then there were those times it was urgent, fast. Desperate. As if we needed it more than air.
