As nice as it is to top, and as beautiful as she is while she takes me, sometimes I do really just want her to lay me out and take me again and again and again until neither of us can keep going. I know exactly how it feels from how many times we’ve done it, the familiar burn at the first push against my muscles, the resistance that fades into relief, the way our hips sit against each other when she bottoms out. The beautiful feeling that comes with how much I know she loves me, and how badly she wants to move. How she somehow always makes it feel like something new, and immaculate, like nothing wrong could ever happen while she has me like this. It’s definitely clichè, but I do love knowing that she and I are so close that we are physically entwined with each other, with the relationship of who is man and who is woman reversed.