“Okay?” she checked again, and Larry nodded, his body beginning to move of its own accord, pushing back against her. She tossed her shirt aside, completely unfazed by her own display. For the unexpected path that had led him back to himself, for the connection that had blossomed in the most unlikely of places, and for Cheyenne—the catalyst who had shown him that even in the aftermath of loss, there was a capacity for joy. He slid into her slowly, just because he had cum when she gave him the blowjob, did not mean he wasn’t on a hair trigger. With each gentle thrust, something within Larry unfurled, a pleasure blooming deep inside that he hadn’t known he could feel again. “Go on,” Cheyenne urged softly from across the table, her curiosity piqued, her own voice barely above a murmur.
