It had been a long time since we fucked at his place – his bed has so much more bounce than mine that I was having a bit of trouble matching his pace as I began to quicken my movements. He sensed that I needed to be fucked hard and fast, so he grabbed me and held me close and still and began fucking me rapidly from underneath.

It was exactly what I needed.

There is something mouth-watering about reading someone else’s satisfaction.  A tug at the tensile strands of our own needs and wants, suddenly at the forefront of our minds, maybe.