Didn’t want to let go of the weight of his body beneath mine. The size of him, the strength built into every inch, he felt like solid ground. Gay sex Still built like someone had sculpted him with intent. It soaked through the soft stretch fabric of his pants, through the casual calm he always wore like armor.“I’ve been thinking about your arms all day,” I said, my voice quiet but not shy.He glanced down, then back at me. I settled on the sofa, between his impressive limbs.I ran my hands down the tops of his thighs, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.His quads were enormous. Circling. His chest rose and fell in long, slow movements. He was beautiful in a way that didn’t seem possible. Just a quiet act of care. I could take my time with him because he wanted this too. I leaned in and kissed the head, lips soft and open. That tension. I found the edge of the teardrop, followed it upward, then let both hands drift higher, sliding into the groove where his legs framed the base of his cock. My fingers skimmed over the outer sweep first, tracing the arc where it bulged out and tapered toward his knee.
