The orgasm was upon Larry so quickly that he didn’t have the time or the thought to warn Cheyenne. Larry tensed at first, the sensation had grown unfamiliar, yet it was not unwelcome. She did everything she could to keep her nervous below her confident exterior, fingers cool and slick with lube as they circled the rim of his ass. Larry swallowed hard, his eyes momentarily tracing the contours before he caught himself. Seeing you come back to life, breaking free from the shadows—you have no idea how happy that makes me. With every kiss, he tasted the salt of her skin, the unique essence that was undeniably her. He took a deep breath, the air shuddering out of him as if it were dragging the memories along with it. Her fingertips brushed against an object that didn’t match the texture of scarves or lingerie. The distance between truth and deception is measured in breaths and heartbeats. Her fingers played with the strings from her cutoff shorts, an unconscious echo of the nervous energy coursing through her. This was more than just sex; it was an intimate exchange,
