He takes a moment to look at it, then focuses on my face again.
“Okay, I’ve seen it. It looks great. Now take it off.”
“Stupid boys.” I give him a kiss before I strip the rest of the way. I stay on top of him because he can’t put any pressure on his injury. And despite the fact that we’ve had s*x this way several times, I still don’t feel confident. And it’s never as good as when he’s on top. I must be doing something wrong.
When we’re done, I lie back on the bed, exhausted. “That’s a lot of work.”
He laughs. “Now you see what I go through. It gets tiring being on top.”
“Oh, please. I don’t want to hear you complain.”
“I’m just saying. It’s a workout.” He puts his arm out above my head. “Come over here and rest.”
Now he’s just making fun of me, but I asked for it by even bring
