“Ready?” I asked.
Mark raised himself up on his bent arms and thrust his arse out at me. “Go for it.”
I slowly made my entry, stopping a couple of times, reversing direction, and going in a little deeper. Soon I was fully seated in Mark’s warm, moist chute. Being on the bottom without a condom might not have made a difference, but I definitely felt a lot more connected to my lover now I was the one on top. So much so I was in danger of shooting right there and then.
“Need a minute,” I said, closing my eyes and trying to defocus. Not easy when Mark’s glorious arse muscles were gently milking me, bringing me ever-closer to a premature climax.
“Mark, stop it,” I said, opening my eyes again and glaring down at him.
He smirked. “Sorry, but the look of concentration on your face was so sexy.”
I shook my head. How on earth could concentration look sexy? “If you don’t behave I’ll get out the handcuffs and the rope.”