.. just ... go slow, ok? I'm not really all that wet yet." I said, gripping his upper arms.To my amazement, he listened. Slowly, and gently his dick s...arted to move within me."Mmm ... thanks." I said, tracing light circles on his arms.It was totally different from the hurried sex of yesterday. It almost felt ... well, normal. Like how a normal couple would be, instead of being forced to be his girlfriend.Bryan took his time inside me, waiting until my pussy got wet enough for him before he sped. I bit my arm, holding in the delirious, starburst oblivion of my climax, and watched jealously as Anna—her cheeks aglow in the moonlight—turned to lick the last liquid pearl from the tip of him. Even deeper in the summer, deeper into the woods, I saw him tie her stark naked to a towering spruce, and whip her with a switch until she screamed. They argued after that one. She worried her husband would notice the welts. He said he hoped so—that he wanted him to know; that he wanted her to leave. ." she texted."And?" You'll just have to wait. I think she might call you soon. By the way, I'm fucking Brian again tonight. I think I might tell him how I let you taste my pussy on my fingers earlier today."Reading that instantly made me horny again. "What do you think he'll say?" I texted back."He might think it's sad that you've been so close to me for so long and have only just now tasted it, and only from my fingers. But I barely know him and he's fucked me so many times."I had to start. And there were times when whole pages that begged to be read aloud passed across his lips, the sheer beauty of their words singing through him until tears ran down his face. Of course, there were times too, when he would read whole passages with one interpretation in his mind, only to discover later that his context was skewed, and everything would shift into a new perspective. Or darker times, when it seemed as if the book were closed, and he could not read even one word, no matter how hard.