I can't tear myself away from Psyche. He's so irresistible that it's almost destructive. I gaze at his naked outstretched figure atop the bedsheets. He looks so confident, yet also so helpless. 

I inch towards him, placing a hand on his cheek. I finally get to caress his face just like I wanted to when I first saw him. Something about that fact is weirdly satisfying to me. 

I brush my hands up and down his bare body. I watch him moan in delight, which makes me just about go crazy. I move my hands to Psyche's back and flip him over so that he's lying on his stomach. 

"Is this position comfortable enough for you?" I ask, feeling a desperate need to make sure that everything is perfect for him. He nods. 

After taking care of the preparations needed, I push myself into Psyche, the pleasure taking over me. "Is this okay? Do you want me to go slower?" I ask, out of breath. "No, keep going," he manages to huff out. "Please." 

I do as I'm told, fitting into him like a puzzle piece. Everything else fades away except for what's happening in the moment. It's just Psyche and me, no one else in the world exists right now except for us. I'm overcome with lust as I go deeper and harder inside him. His wails of delight give me even more encouragement to go on. 

After we're done Psyche goes to take a shower and clean up. I sit crosslegged on his bed, knowing that even though I want to spoon him to sleep I can't if I want to keep my cover.