“Ky…” I whisper his name on a groan in between sounds of wet suction. “Yea?” His fingers drag over my pecs like he can’t get enough; can’t stop touching and feeling. He’s all sensation, and I get it. So am I. “That was the best sex of my life,” I purr on his mouth, my hips gradually stroking in him some more, because it still feels incredible, and I don’t want to stop. I want to stuff my cum deeper. I want to live moving in him like this.
