He didn't move. I opened my eyes as he "stirred" his cock at my opening. It felt like it was beginning to stretch me, ever so slightly. I knew that the head was practically, if not fully, inside me.

He was looking into my eyes, the grin gone from his face, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated passion. Was it lust, or love? Did it even matter?

All I knew was that this was the moment for which we had both waited. This was the moment that we both knew was inevitable - no matter how much we kidded ourselves - we both knew that this was coming. It...