He howled, my favorite sound in the world as I grazed his prostate, again and again, plunging in and out like a machine. “Fuck!” I yelled as I surged toward the end faster than I ever had before, and Rafe wasright there with me.
“Shit!” he cried as he spilled his seed all over my fist seconds before I filled the condom, the two ofus lost in the perfect dance.
When I collapsed next to Rafe after disposing of the rubber, I said, “We’re doing that again.”
“Duh,” he replied.
* * * *
I was almost late to work on Monday morning, what with the lack of sleep and the marathon fuck sessions Rafe and I had the rest of the night. Loralei was pleased to see me so happy and energetic, despite the bags under my eyes. Serge was merciless with his teasing.