I’m in ecstasy. Hamilton’s buried deep within me as my muscles stretch to accommodate his length and girth. I love the fullness. I feel complete. I relax my grip on his butt, ready for him to move. When he remains motionless, I lift my head, searching his face.

Hamilton’s eyes are closed tight, his brow beads with sweat while his jaw clenches tight as his shoulders and arms strain.

“Ham, what’s wrong?” Fear floods my brain, worried he’s hurt himself.

He ...