I didn’t want to shift. Gay sex I could feel the heat rising in my face.“But lately I’ve been thinking about what it would feel like. Every inch of him pulled me in and held me there. I moaned softly. Purposeful. What was the point?When he finally sat down on the couch, I followed. Like he was weighing it. Fragile. Not just thick—they were sculpted, swollen with size and years of work. A question I wouldn’t let myself finish. Just kept looking at me. His thighs tensed under my hands. Present in a way I could feel deep in my chest.I moved again, adjusted my angle just slightly, and sank in deeper this time. The space opened up between us like an invitation.The invitation was clear. Like he wanted me to stay right where I was.I let out a soft breath against his chest. My hands scrambled for him, for the cushion, for anything.
