I don't think either of us ever saw this happening - fantasized about it relentlessly, sure, but that's not the same - and yet here we are.

When he pushes in, I have to bite down on my lip even harder than before to keep the noise down for his sake. And he said I don't take direction well. Evidently, so does he... "Fuck." The word is quiet and breathy. Sinking down further and taking him in deeper, I'd further argue my point that sex is definitely not exercise, but I can't form the words. If it was, fewer people would bitch about doing it.