Off came his pullover and the T-shirt underneath, and then I tugged down his jeans and the briefs he wore under them. In a corner of my mind that I hadn’t wanted to acknowledge, I’d secretly worried that he wouldn’t have the strength for this, no matter what he might say to the contrary. But as he sprang free of his clothing, obviously hard and ready for me, I allowed myself a little sigh of relief. The device might be weighing on him, sapping his energy, but it hadn’t taken enough that he couldn’t do this.
I pulled off my own jeans and shoes and socks, then slid in next to him, pressing the length of my body against his, trying to lend him some of my own heat. At the same time, I let my hand slip down to caress him, to begin moving slowly up and down his length.
He moaned, and I increas
