“Yes,” I whine, my knees starting to tremble with eagerness. I saw this coming. It’s what he wants when he needs to possess. To claim extra badly. And so before I dressed myself tonight, I lubricated myself there in anticipation. When he discovers what I’ve done, he rasps my name in wonder, rough palms scraping up and down my butt cheeks, then back to the center. Guiding himself home one inch, two...
Then he presses me down so my cheek is resting on the cool concrete wall—and he pumps deep with a strangled sound, his hand slapping down onto mine, holding it tightly.
A firework goes off overhead just in time to mask my scream. But the explosions in the sky are nothing compared to what we generate tonight and every single day, for the rest of our lives.
THE END