Worshipping you. My hands, my mouth. Stroke-caressing, nibble-lick-kiss-sucking from your lips, neck, chest, stomach… over your hips, before taking you into my mouth. Enveloping you until you are hard as I am wet, your need matching mine.

Crawling back up you, sinking down onto you. Riding you until nothing else matters, just you and me and now. Knowing that any moment you’ll take my hips and take control and fuck me until it not only doesn’t matter, it doesn’t exist, because all we need is here, this instant, and we’re there. Letting go and surrendering everything.

Holding you, as you hold me.

That’s church.