It's all I can do not to surge up into it, pull him against me and try and crawl my way inside of him any way I can. Another hoarse sob tears out of my throat, this one muffled by his lips, and I stand up out of my chair, my arms sliding around his neck, and while I'm letting him control the pace, I'm hanging onto him for dear life.

"Don't leave me," I whisper helplessly against his lips, half hating myself for it, but I'm really beyond the ability to control myself or what stupid fucking things I might say. "Don't you fuckin' leave me again, Mike. I swear."