Plus, I adored him. I loved fucking him. We just had to do things differently when these moods set in, when the illness got the better of me.
“Ok, but grab the lube and I would like to stay on my side.” I told him. We were on the couch, halfway through a movie, his persistence coming in the form of feeling me up.
I took my pajama pants off while he went to the bedroom. I hoped I would be able to relax enough to let this happen.
We got situated again. He got his cock all slick and slippery then pressed the tip against my opening as I placed a leg over his, pushing my hips back to take more of him.
I focused on breathing, and held his hand to my breast as he carefully eased all the way in. His cock, desire, and the gentle way he handled my body always relieved whatever lunacy my brain was concocting.
He tenderly kissed my neck and the top of my shoulder as I squeezed his hand tighter. His thrusting was slight as we both enjoyed the feeling of him deep inside of me. I could feel myself getting wet and I kissed his hand, happy to be slowly finding my way back to functioning…