No place was safe. I fucked him over the kitchen counter, in the shower, on the sofa, and even once against a bookshelf in the shop. The only times we managed to have sex in the bed was when we first woke up, our bodies seeking each other out automatically. As much as I loved our fast and furious couplings against the nearest flat surface, those cuddly early-morning sessions were my favourite. Slow and full of lingering kisses and caresses.
well damnnnnnnnnn
