Or maybe now
David got up, pulled his pants up and buttoned them up. “Not how I had thought, it would be.” Sheepishly smiling down on me, he looked so young; way younger than his thirty-odd years. “What had you thought? Fucking for hours on end? Changing positions again and again, until it would be more an exercise session?” I laughed, pulled the shorts back over my crotch and sat up. All the anxiety, the dark thoughts seemed to have vanished. He still wanted me, he had touched me, fucked me. Feeling a bit sore, even after this brief fuck, I winced, as I got up. “Did I hurt you?” His brow furrowed and he looked really concerned. “No more than usual, after such a long time.” I laughed again. “You said once that you really love it, …