My Love
He felt him inside him, as he moved inch by inch. How he fills him with his heated, pulsating mass caressing his intimate softness.
But besides the physical pleasure spilling over his body, David felt something else.
Something that was spilling over his heart and his soul.
This something flowed toward him from Gustav's hand, which caressed his heated back. It flowed from his mouth, hot as a volcano in eruption, and from his tongue hungrily consuming his breath.
Oh, God!
David felt all over him a delightful warmth that was not mere passion, the heat of sex, it was heat flowing from one soul to another, from one heart, to another. A warmth that was so pleasant, so soothing, that he longed to have it inside him forever.
He slowly moved his hips. Up and down. Side to side. All around. He didn't do it with sophistication but out of instinct following his own desire and Gustav's reactions.