Repositioned

Repositioned

         I love worrying about having to reposition. Having to reposition because we're so comfortable but my arm falls weak or asleep.

         I love worrying about our held hands starting to sweat. Worrying because sweaty is icky and bad, except for when it's not.

         I love when we're both drenched with sweat and going at it frantically but neither of us is climaxing yet, because you joked that we've never worked so hard at the gym. You joked, and we can't stop laughing or throwing our hips together, either.

         And I love dreading having to piss in the morning, when my raw member will ache so bad I'll be tempted to say no to your feely offers tomorrow.

         But before I can love them, first I wish I had any of these problems.