David never used condoms. I was on birth control, and he'd decided that meant he didn't need to bother.

Ryan had positioned himself at my entrance and pushed inside slowly, both of us groaning as he'd filled me inch by inch.

He was bigger than David. Thicker. Long enough that when he'd bottomed out, I'd felt him deeper than I'd felt anything in years.

"Fuck," he'd groaned, holding still. "You feel amazing. So tight. So perfect."

"Move," I'd begged. "Please move. I need—"

He'd started with slow, deep strokes that had hit spots inside me I'd forgotten existed. His rhythm had been controlled, measured, paying attention to every reaction.

Nothing...