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He was always so peaceful, unlike when I twisted about and talked while dreaming. Especially, when my dreams were about sex.
I was able to hold out until I felt him tense up and break away to yell my name before I joined him in release.
I watched him lick his lips, the dimple teasing me as it peeked out and vanished. His hands were on the move again and grabbed my hips, dragging me forward.
He'd known for months now just what to do when I was unable to speak my desires for whatever reason. Just a few quick thrusts could ease the ache.
To discover that I wasn't as hardcore and brutal as those punk guys had been. Yes, I liked spanking and bondage, but I'd always cared more about my partner's wellbeing and feelings than stroking my ego.
Maybe because my own had bombed so beautifully. When I tried to look away, he gently turned my chin back.
It amazed me how often people came to work out leading up to the day synonymous with overeating. One would think they'd be gung-ho in December with all the cookies and sweets they were consuming.