He came back for round two — and this time I let him take control. With Cyclops, the chemistry was already there, so we didn’t waste a second. I gave myself over, let him set the pace, let the tension build until it felt unbearable. Raw, sweaty, and intensely connected — the kind of passion where control changes hands and everything feels heightened. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I loved every second of surrendering to it. Round two hit deeper, slower, and harder… and it was worth the wait.