Chapter 22

Our romance on the bed continues for the next fifteen…seventeen…twenty-one minutes. Truth is, I can’t explain the type of erotic shiver that floods through my core. I literally vibrate beneath his weight, pulsing. Heat and Jobe burrow inside me. I can barely breathe under his weight, semi-unconscious. Friction occurs against my stick: the movement of his ab-lined stomach and navel as he waves to and fro, grinding against me, making love to me. I shudder. I blackout for a second. I…feel an explosion between my legs as goo erupts from the top of my cock. Three bursts of sticky cream lines our stomachs. A stench of thick sweat and the climax of sex occur within the bedroom. I can’t believe I come without even being touched, overzealous because of his persistent seduction, under his bed-spell,beneath his sexual weight.