I love being inside you.
I love the way your body tenses and relaxes, so deeply wet and inviting all around me. There have been others, but it always feels like the first time, doesn’t it?
I hope you don’t mind if he watches. Ignore him. It’s not the hand that matters. He could be anyone; and he has been. They always think it’s their idea.
But we know better, you and I. I like to think you understand, somewhere between penetration and release.
This moment, this kiss, is just for you and me.
Your flesh, and my steel.
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