CHRIS
I tookmy time Saturday morning. I woke up feeling optimistic about the future—a feeling I hadn’t experienced in years. I’d felt motivated by goals I set for work or events I planned with friends, but this optimism for the future felt like it was for me.
And Sav was the cause.
Leaving her apartment the night before without making love to her, without even getting off after I’d been so turned on, had been a superhuman feat.
But I’d managed it. I wanted to make sure she knew I could give without taking. To know that I was more concerned for her pleasure and happiness than mine for a change.
I’d done exactly what I’d told her I would while thinking about her, hot and damp against my hand, rubbing against me, coming and moaning into my mouth. I’d jacked off twice, thinking about the
