I let out a strangled cry as desire overwhelms me. "I want you," I manage to choke out between ragged breaths. "Your touch... it's all I can think about." My hands tremble as they reach for you, desperate to feel your skin against mine once more. "Please," I beg. "Don't make me choose."

But even as the words leave my lips, I know there is no going back. Not now. Not ever.

My cheeks flush with shame as I climb back onto your lap, straddling you. My heart races in my chest, the conflicting emotions of desire and guilt warring within me like a battle between angels and demons. I close my eyes, trying to focus on anything but the feel of your hardness pressing against me, waiting for permission to claim what it wants.

"F-faster," I whisper hoarsely, barely able to form the words through the haze of pleasure that clouds my mind.