Page 101 of Counting On You

She’s on the brink. She’s going to fall soon. I want to fall with her.

Closing my eyes, I angle my hips and surrender to the sensation of her pussy clenching around me. I can almost feel the electrical current surging through her as she comes. The tiny sound of abandon is all it takes to take me with her. I come buried deep inside her, lost in the pleasure of marking the one woman I truly want.

Once I’m done, I gently pull out of her and settle on the blanket, pulling her to my chest. I want to tell her just how amazing she is, but I can’t. The words that usually find their way past my lips so easily seem meaningless now. So I remain quiet.

Through the waves of the ocean crashing against the shore, I can hear her heavy breathing, feel her longing. It mirrors my own.

We are compatible.

In a way.

Different, but still so much alike. She’s like the female version of me. Maybe that’s why the program hosts sex addicts with love addicts, because deep down love addicts just need a little fucking and the sex addicts just need a bit of love, each of us learning something along the way.

That sounds pretty convincing.

I feel like I’m getting cured already.

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