He was back in a flash, trying to contain a grin. He stared at me. “God, don’t you look heaven-sent.” He started to take his pants off, but I stopped him.

“Not yet. Come here.” He jumped into bed, and I pushed his head between my legs.

He complied without hesitation. When I was sufficiently aroused, but not yet there, I pushed him off. I said, “Now you can take off your pants and put the rubber on.”

“Okay.” It took him five seconds. “Now what?”

I presented my backside. “Slowly, Christopher. And use a lot of lube.”

“Baby, you don’t—”

“I’m in charge, remember?” He didn’t answer. I repeated, “Slowly.”

I felt him ease his way in. The pain was immediate.

“You’re tense,” he said. “It’s hurting you.”

Duh. “Just keep going.” I felt him push deeper and I winced. “Tell me when you’re all the way, okay?”

“Yeah.” His voice was soft. A final shove. “Okay. I’m in.”

“Don’t move,” I told him.

“Don’t move?”

“Don’t move!” I was deep breathing, adjusting to having something where it shouldn’t be. I looked up at him and took his left hand. I licked his fingers and placed them between my legs. “Softly.”

I could hear him breathing hard. He said, “Like this?”

“A little higher … softer …”

“Good?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I moved his hand again. “Here.”

“Just let me know, angel.”

“You’re moving your body. Don’t move.”

“Sorry. It’s a reflex.” After a minute, he said, “Can I put my other hand in your pussy?”

“As long as you don’t poke me.”

He licked his fingers and slid them inside of me. “I just want to massage you where I can feel my dick. It feels really good for me.” When I didn’t answer him, he said, “Is it okay?”

“Yes, yes … don’t talk.”

He was silent. He had graceful fingers and a wonderful touch. After a few minutes, I felt the buildup. A few minutes more and I felt the release, closing my eyes and aware of my body responding to him. He felt it, too, grabbing my hips and giving a couple of hard shoves. It hurt as a cramp, but not as raw pain because I was still coming. After a minute, he stopped, and I disconnected from his body. He was still on his knees, his breathing labored, his sweat copious. And he was still hard. I slapped his ass and said, “That’s how you do it to someone you love.”

“You’re right,” he said breathlessly. He took off the condom. “You’re right, you’re right, you’re right.”

I was about to get up, but he pulled me back down and got on top of me. He started kissing me, again and again, his sweat dripping onto my chest. “You are poison.” Another kiss. “Just pure poison.”