I fucked her with long slow strokes and as our breathing picked up so did the intensity and movements. Even though I picked up the pace we weren't "fu...king" rather this was lovemaking. I couldn't have had any more pleasure then what we were doing now. I savored every slow stroke into her and she met my thrusts with with a push of her hips each time I bottomed out. After just a few minutes I was getting that feeling, even a more intense feeling than all the previous times. As I picked up the. There were a couple of Starbucks cupsand a plastic-wrapped cookie on it. Spartan, steel-framed chairs withfrayed coverings guarded the table. I lounged disconsolately in onechair, sullen-faced, pressing on the floor with my toes to tip it ontoits back feet. The woman, who had identified herself as Jo, satconfidently in another.My lips were dry. "You took my powers away," I said, weakly. I couldn'tfeel anything. Not the familiar memory of body shapes that I'dimprinted, nor the undercurrent of. Matt felt overwhelmed by his desire for his mother and the way she looked didn’t help either. Any man would drop to his knees and worship her as a goddess (and then probably rape her brains out) if she walked through the street wearing that get-up.He stopped thrusting and sat back on his legs and pulled her into him, lifting her slightly off the bed as if she were weightless. She was intimidated and turned at the same time by his ability to overpower her and lift her so effortlessly. She. Men, like women, want to feel special—it boosts their confidence. Next time you see Matt, look deep into his eyes and whisper into his ear with as much urgency as you can muster and say: You are simply irresistible and I envy the woman who sleeps with you every night.” Bianca says this in a low, seductive tone. Ben laughs. “You must be joking,” I say, laughing too. Bianca remains adamant and serious. “Trust me, sweetie, he won’t be able to resist.” “Yu doesn has to do it like that,” says.