I took my time when his hand fell away, exploring his shape—the firm, plump head, the thick shaft. Just thinking about his cock inside me left me breathless, imagining how it would stretch me, remembering that sensation of being so full that there was no room for anything else, no other thought besides friction, besides pleasure, besides orgasm. I’d almost always topped, but I suddenly wanted, needed to feel him inside me. The desire hit me with the force of an anvil dropped from a roof.
