Things Not Spoken
Sometimes, everything else fades, and you realize that all that matters is each other.
Naked, I crept into the bathroom while he showered, watching him through the steamy glass. He didn't notice me until he stepped out, his thick, beautiful cock hanging long and flaccid between his legs. I knelt and took him into my mouth. I'd awoken hot and wet; by the time he was hard, I was dripping. When I bent over the counter, he took me—one slow, deep thrust, his thickness spreading and filling me. I came and soon wo...