David’s slick palm slid against the sheet, and he didn’t have the ability to catch himself. He rested his cheek against the bed, his arm folded beneath him, the angle of his hips changing. He didn’t know why or how, but the new angle was definitely for the better. Why had he never done this before? Why had he waited so long to be fucked? At that moment, he didn’t know. He didn’t know anything except the pleasure rolling through him in greater and greater waves.