She had used one before on a girlfriend she had lived with as a freshman in the dorms, but never a man. Larry’s gaze flicked to the throw pillows, neatly fluffed, then to the photographs that now held pride of place on the mantle. Their cheers and expressions were a mix of awe and fascination, fueling Larry’s desire. “Did it scare you?” Cheyenne asked, her voice husky with the arousal that tinged her words. With every stroke, he felt lighter, the grief that had clung like a second skin dissolving under the heat of their shared passion. He gave a short nod, gesturing toward the chair opposite him, but remained silent. “Relax,” she murmured, her voice a soothing balm as one finger slipped inside him, slow and steady. ‘fuck me, what happened?’ she thought to herself, trying to grasp the intensity of the climax. It would be painful when she first went in, but then the pain would go away and the pleasure…”
The intensity in Larry’s gaze met Cheyenne’s, a silent confession hanging in the air.
