Like this, with nothing separating us, I can feel every inch of him, and I love it. “Fuck,” he groans through clenched teeth before he’s rocking his hips back and forth. Slowly. Methodically. Until he’s picking up speed and slamming into me. “So fucking good.” His head is turned down, and I follow his gaze. He’s watching us, completely enthralled by the vision in front of him.
