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His pushes my shirt up, revealing more skin. His mouth finds my nipple, and
I fall apart. I thrash underneath him. My body emits wave after wave of delicious
pleasure. My whole body warms and hums.

“Oh, Henri. Oh, fuck.” I’m stuck between a moan and a scream. “That’s it,
baby. Moan my fucking name.” He grinds into me harder.

“I’ve waited… a long time… to hear… you say it.”
He moves to my other nipple. His name flutters off my lips. His body covers
mine; his big hand pins my arms above my head. The soft cushions cradle my back
as his hard body presses against my breasts. His hot whispers reach my ears. He’s

speaking French. I don’t know what he’s saying. I don’t care; Henri speaking
French when he’s fully dressed and not touching me is hot. It’s fire like this.
He’s moaning the same phrase repeatedly. It doesn’t matter. The familiar
tension is building in my core. I am close. Henri’s movements became jerkier; he’s

also on the precipice.
“We’re not stopping…on Monday…this time,” He growls between moans.

“No,” I whimper. I never want to stop.

“It’s yours when you want it.” His words make my insides clench him.
My core twitches, and I wrap my legs around him. “Okay…” It’s all I have.

“Is it mine, Sanya?” He presses into me deeper. His teeth graze my neck. “IS IT
MINE?”

He rasps with each jerky thrust. His hand snakes between us and massages my
nub. My body breaks apart. The throb starts deep inside me and radiates
throughout my entire body. The pleasure is so intense I fear I might break apart.
Who the hell else’s would it be?

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I shout.

Henri stiffens and whispers to me in French before spilling himself inside of
me. I’m a puddle of moans. I’m satisfied and sad. There is no one else with whom
I’d want to do this. I am forever hooked on Henri. ESPN’s theme suddenly plays
in the background.
Da nuh nuh Da nuh nuh! I’m so weak; I didn’t make it to the movie.