~ JESSE ~
There was a moment, twenty minutes in, when I was so buried in need, so frantic for him, I almost wanted to cry. The drive within me was so strong I couldn't think about anything else. Everything disappeared, but Cazz and the incredible sensations he was wringing from me. And he was still only teasing me, though his breathing was so harsh it rivaled the thud of the bass vibrating in the walls around us.
It occurred to me as I leaned back against the bonds as Cazz passed over me again, that this feeling was why every man in my life had always been so ridiculously fixated on sex.
Was this what it was like for a guy all the time?