He doesn’t waste time anyway. Pulling my hips up to meet him when he releases my tits and slides inside of me slowly, to connect our bodies in one even sweep that exacts a deep groan from both of us. No harsh taking, no thrusts to put me in my place. A slow, easy move once he worked me into a state of readiness. He always fitted me so perfectly, and this brings back every good memory of how much sex with him has always been mind-blowing when it wasn’t used to hurt me.

‘Ahh, ...