His reaction makes me laugh, low and hopelessly fond. I love him so much, more and more every single day, and I am still consistently in awe that I get to have him in my life. What a gift he is, and I am so, so lucky.

“You’re doing so well, pesca. So good for me,” I croon in his ear, shifting down onto my elbows as I thrust into him, breathing hot against his jaw as his wet cock gets trapped between our bellies. “I know you’re close, sweetheart. Just let go. I’m here.”