Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
It had been a long two weeks since I had felt this happy. It felt like Bobby and I were two teenagers in a strange way. We had completely ignored our responsibilities yesterday and just spent time together in the house.
By spending time together, I meant I had been buried in him since we had a bath together. Something just clicked in us and I just wanted to take him everywhere I could. In the bath, bent down over the vanity, on the floor on our way to the bed, to the bed where we spent countless hours making each other scream.
We had so much lust in our bodies that even when I went down to make us lunch, his legs were wrapped around my waist as I pumped into him. By the time the sun had set we were both so worn out that after I took the dogs for a quick work and prepped their dinner I collapsed next to him on the bed.
