“We can always stop, Blake,” I whispered, praying to all the Gods of all religions that he wouldn’t want me to. I’d do it in a heartbeat; I just wished I’d never have to.
“Don’t you f*****g dare, Shi. Please, just start moving.”
We smiled at each other, and then I once again listened to what he’d told me. I pulled out and thrust back in, starting with short, shallow penetrations, then working my way up to longer, harder thrusts.
His reaction the first time my c**k hit his prostate was priceless. He moaned, cursed, and grunted in a flow that almost made it seem it had been all at once. He’d felt my fingers, but this was always different, I knew. It was the undeniable physical connection, the fact it was a c**k moving inside you while your partner was holding you tight. It was an incredib
