Suspended in Amber
- Morgan Gage
- Jan 5
- 4 min read
Updated: Jan 7
Just the Sex by Morgan Gage
849 Words
This story contains: him and him, queer, contemporary romance, madly in love, couple, anal
Slow. Christ. I have to go slow. My wrist aches with the effort of my ministrations, the steady push and stretch of my fingers. My husband’s legs tremble against my shoulders where I’ve kept them braced for what feels like hours. Just how Jackson likes it. A shuddering electric agony, drawn out as long as I can make it last.
“Frank,” Jackson gasps. His chest is a wash of sweat, gleaming like some Olympian god. “Frank—please.”
That desperation in Jackson’s voice: god, I’ve missed it. So many weeks of long workdays since my promotion, takeout meals on the couch, some brief but exhausted fumbles under the sheets. Something had to change: and it starts right here, in our bedroom, where I fuck my husband into the mattress as slowly and deliberately as he deserves.
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