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I knew it.

The sparks fly out of us as if we just set off the day of the fourth of July.

My hands run all over his body beneath mine, as his does the same.

I needed him.

Right now.

Everything else didn’t matter in this moment.

All that mattered was him.

I raised up and slipped my shirt off of me.

I have never wanted something so badly in my life.

My nipples were excited and begged for his touch.

But, as I come back down, his hands catch my shoulders.

“No, fuck!”

I sat back up, trying to control myself.

He breathed out harshly, but doesn’t say anything.

“Sullivan, what?”

Nothing.

Sick of this shit, I grabbed his hands and place them on my naked breasts.

A sharp exhale escaped his lips.

“Use your fucking words.”

“Fine.”

Something about his voice sent a shiver down my spine, and my back arches as his hands close over my mounds.

“What?” I breathed out.

“I can’t do this with you.”

I slowly grind my hips.

“Why is that?”

My panties were literally a pathetic excuse of underwear now.

His hands massages my small, swollen breasts as I lay my hands flat on his chest.

“Because.”

A laugh escaped me.

“Because why?”