I watch as her perfect breasts bounce with each thrust and I’m scared I might hurt her. But she only smiles at me with the same look she always gives me. Not turned on or hot like I’ve seen lately. Just sweet and friendly like before our first kiss. Maybe I’m doing something wrong. Maybe I’m not enough to please her. What if she is just doing it and really didn’t want to? I probably need to stop, but she feels like heaven under me and I’m not sure I can. “Jazz. Please, baby.” I don’t know what I’m asking. All I know is she needs to give me something. Anything. Tell me to stop or try a different position. Just give me some reaction dammit! Grunting, I thrust deeper and stay there. “Mason.” Finally she says my name but her lips don’t move. Maybe I just missed it. “Mason?” Again, her lips remain smiling.Leaning into her warm body, I’m determined to taste her sweet swollen breasts but I can’t seem to reach them. What the hell? After the third try I finally make contact.
