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W is for Whisper

Frank: March 28th, 2026

“I want you,” she whispers against my mouth between kisses.

“I’m yours,” I whisper back. And I mean it. Down to my bones, it feels more right than anything I’ve said in a long time.

I can feel her body tense around me, but not in a negative way. It feels more possessive, like she’s dragging my body closer to hers. But we’re both naked and my cock is very hard. I can feel her heat as she presses our bodies closer together. I am trying to keep my body from touching hers completely, but my will is not very strong, at least, not when it comes to resisting Amelia. She is apparently my weakness. And I don’t mind a bit.

“Amelia,” I whisper, “I’m going to be inside you if you aren’t careful.”

“So?” she whispers back.

“Is that what you want?”

She hesitates, but she nods, and says, “Yes,” right into my ear.

Her hesitation takes the wind out of my sails ever so slightly. I don’t want her to ever regret her decision. I don’t want any negative associations between us. It’s bad enough we met because her fiance died. “Amelia,” I whisper, and it’s almost a groan. I have to tell her what I’m thinking. I start to pull away, but her grip tightens. “I don’t want you to regret what happens between us tonight.”

“I won’t,” she insists.

I shake my head slowly, “You can’t know that. Your fiance just died…” I let my voice trail off, but we both know where my thoughts are going.