Chapter 21

• Trent
• She tastes sweet. Her release is slow, and long, and glorious. She moans as her body stiffens, her back arching off the bed as her fingers grip my hair and push my head down, trying to get more pressure, more friction, before it begins to subside.
• When she’s done she turns her head to the side, eyes closed and maybe a little bit tired. I make a decision and live with it. Because none of this was for me. It was all for her.