“Nope,” I told him. “I want to fuck you.”
In my shopping, I’d stocked up on condoms and lube—wishful thinking—and now fetched both and suited up. As I greased myself, Glenn asked, “What’s your pleasure?”
“Face me. I want to see you.”
He rolled onto his back and drew up his legs, which led me to pause and simply enjoy the sight because here he was offering himself at last. I got into position and entered, pausing again to savor the union.
When I began an easy stroke, I ignored the rise that immediately beckoned. “Dream come true,” I managed to say while looking down at him. I wanted things to last, but my body had its own agenda, and suddenly, I was shouting and experiencing probably my best climax ever. I kept going until I went soft, then fell forward onto him, at which time his arms circled me.
“You’re saving a life,” he said.
I raised up my head. “Happy to be here for you, but sad you need saving.”