"Gonna lube you up, tongue you, open you wide. We should use rubbers, but we never do. You need me in you, and shit, I need to be there." He cupped the head of his dick, thumbed right under the crown. "And you let me. You let me inside you, let me fuck you until we're both swearing and laughing and crying all at the same time. You want to jerk off, but I don't let you. Grab your wrists in one hand." He chewed on his lip, tried to slow himself down. "Lube my other hand and jack you myself. You're all flushed and sweaty, and you aren't sure whether to shove yourself into my hand, or onto my dick. But we find a rhythm. Oh god. And it's so damned good."

... Nnnnggh. ♥

God, the love I have for this, Monday! I wish I had something constructive to say. But basically this: I wish you were around so I could throw quiche on you. XOXO.