I groan at the contact. I lurch back against the floor in ecstasy at the touch of warm skin against mine, the smooth caress over my most sensitive parts, the sensation overwhelming. I’m so responsive to his body. It’s taking me like I’m a virginal teen with zero experience.

I hear a rip of foil, a condom packet; I guess he keeps them handy. He moves away for a moment, then back quickly, and in one slow, easing movement, he slides inside me, softly, gently pushing in, as I exhale ...