Summer
I bit down on the pillow hard enough to suppress the moan wanting to creep out as he thrust into me from behind, making it impossible for me to hold off any longer.
Just like the last two nights, tonight too he had come into my room with the chessboard tucked to his side. We played. I didn’t even try to win. He won. And then he came to me. This time when I had tried to remove my clothes like the other times, he had stopped me and kissed me. He had started kissing and nibbling on my breasts before he had slipped his hand under my dress and into my panties. But I had stopped him. I wanted it to be impersonal. Cold, just like him. I didn’t want to enjoy it. As much as my body desired his touch and liked him f*****g me, my mind and heart screamed for me to back away. To put distance b
