“Fuuuuck. You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, lifting his hips to meet mine each time I came down on him. “Fuck fuck fuuuuck.” Our bodies moved in perfect harmony together, the way we always did. When I was with him, I couldn’t remember anyone I’d been with before. The way he felt inside me, the way he held me, kissed me, looked at me. It was perfect. I slowed down, lifting and rocking my hips slower. Each time I took him in again, I was sure we both stopped breathing.
