Faster

Watching him from the sidelines was equal parts exciting and terrifying. There were moments when I wished he would have slowed down, just a little. I've never seen him go so fast. But I also wanted him to win. And then he did. He was incredible. And so, so hot.

We started kissing. I forgot everything about slowing down, eagerly kissing him and touching him. I wanted to feel him more. His lips, his hands, his body against mine. We took off our clothes and everything felt like a second and an hour at the same time.

"Faster," I whispered.