#Rev (GearShark, #2)

by Cambria Hebert

But I didn’t want control, not right now. Not with him. I trusted him. “I want you over me,” I said. “All I want to see and feel is you. I don’t care about anything else.” He laid aside the foil packet and picked up the lube. I spread my legs, and he settled between them. Before, I always thought of girls as the ones who needed “time” to get ready for sex. Guys walked around with instant hard-ons, literally ready to plunge in. But men needed time to get ready, too. Entering anyone’s body, be it a man or a woman, wasn’t an instant thing. Well, unless you were an asshole lover. Trent was a generous lover. He always gave and often didn’t take. I learned a lot about intimacy from him, far more than I’d ever learned from a woman. Intimacy didn’t come necessarily from the actual act of sex. It came from the way you treated the act, the way you approached it, and the way the person