Porter grips my arm.
“Let me have it,” he purrs.
“All of me?”
“All of you. Slowly.”
???
My hips curve back and forth.
The slap of my balls against his ass feels so naughty.
Soon we’ve reached the peak we hit that first time Porter topped me.
It’s everything I’ve imagined, and more.
But with emotions.
Messy, messy emotions.
“Take me,” Porter whimpers. “Bend me over the bed.”
These are the moments that will replay in my mind.
Over and over again for weeks to come.
The way our bodies move in sync.
The way Porter claws the edge of the bed as he climaxes.
But most of all, the freedom that these four walls offer us.
Unbound from fear of getting caught, we let ourselves go completely.
Fuck, it’s hot.
I’ve never heard such a guttural moan from him.
It’s not like this when we fool around back home.
At home, he grits his teeth and comes as quietly as possible.
We muffle our voices with pillows.
Rough and heavy breath, cuss words mouthed silently.
I mean... quiet isn’t always possible.
Not the way we play.
Sometimes we have to turn the music up a notch to hide what we’re doing.
Just in case someone hears us through the door, or arrives home early.
But not here.
Not tonight.
