When I got on my knees, I looked him right in the eyes, and he looked right back. There was something about that eye contact…neither of us looked away. I took my time, working up to it, and he let me set the pace at first. When his hands found my head, I tapped his leg when I needed air, and he eased off every time. He was careful with me. That care was its own kind of intensity.

Afterward, I was still catching my breath when he pulled me up and kissed me…really kissed me, deep and unhurried, like nothing else in the room existed. I could taste his cum on my mouth. There was something disarmingly intimate about it, the two of us not pretending otherwise.