Post-Present

July 7th, 2008

We stood in the small shower, washing away the first time he had ever fucked me in the ass. He clung to me. His hands did not deviate from my body, constantly touching me, rubbing me, holding me, groping me. He kept me so close in intoxicatingly affectionate touch. His smile was euphoric.

"I love you," he said again and again. He could not stop saying it.

Just a mention of him inside my ass had him hard again. He moved me, pinned me against the corner of the shower and pressed back inside me. I felt him finally on those sweet nerves that were so jealous when he was exploring other holes. I moaned out loud, and it echoed in the shower.

He held me so close, fucked me so tight as he continued to mumbled I love yous in my ear, on my cheek, down my neck. I clung to him as my body bucked and writhed and my screams grew louder still.

"That is what I was missing," he said.

He continued to fuck me, but his rhythm hesitated.

"Whew," he said, "My legs are tired."

"Now you know how I always feel..."