Tenderness

So I saw G. the other night and we had the most loving, tender sex I may have ever had. I went over, we had a couple of drinks, went to bed. He cupped one hand around my buttocks and with the other stroked me – was physically very insistent that I have an orgasm, no faking it, not going to let up until I did. That doesn’t sound very loving, but it was, truly, and I think partly because he held me so close the whole time. I tried to arouse him, but as is often the case at night, he wasn’t erect, so we fell asleep. And like magic, he wakes up with a giant hard-on and fucks me in the approaching dawn. It was just lovely. After, we lay there with my head on his chest and he lightly stroked my back and face for a long time. I wouldn’t have moved for the world.