We’ve been best friends for years. he’s seen me through relationships, heartbreaks, and everything in between. i never really thought about him that way, but after my last breakup, something shifted.

we started hanging out again, just the two of us, and one night, he finally admitted he’d liked me for a long time. i didn’t know what to say, but the way he looked at me made my stomach flip.

he sat next to me, his hand on my thigh, and suddenly, all the years of friendship didn’t matter. he leaned in to kiss me, and i let him. the way he touched me, his hands exploring every inch of my body, made me feel like i’d been missing something all this time.

before i knew it, we were both naked, his cock hard and ready. i was shocked when he pulled it out, it was bigger than i ever imagined. i couldn’t help but wrap my lips around him, taking him deep until he was groaning my name.

then i climbed on top, letting him fill me completely. the way he stretched me, hitting all the right spots, had me moaning and bouncing on him like i couldn’t get enough.

when he came, he gripped my hips, pulling me down as his warmth filled me. it was messy, raw, and perfect.

now i can’t stop thinking about how many years we wasted, and how many nights like this we need to make up for.