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He held me as my body clamped around his cock and he continued to fuck me. He didn’t stop and I almost thought I didn’t have the strength to keep this up. I’d come, I was done. It was his turn and then tonight would be over. Right? That’s usually how it went. So far it had been good enough for me. I never really stopped to think about if it was for him. Perhaps that was somewhat shitty of me, but as long as he got off, I figured it could be considered a good night.
“Give me one more, Pet. I’ve got your lips on mine. I’ve got my hands on you. I want to make this fuckin’ night count.” His words shocked and stunned me.
There were those pesky emotions floating around beneath the frozen surface.
I couldn’t let the ice crack. I couldn’t let it melt. Because if it did, I didn’t know who I would be anymore.
My fingers went into his hair and I pulled his head back until he was forced to look up at me.
“Stop talking and fuck me,” I told him sternly.
He said nothing in response but that stupid smirk on his face spoke volumes.
The air was knocked out of my lungs as he scooted back and flipped me back onto the bench in a blink of an eye. My legs opened and clung to his sides. Despite the awkward footing and the fact that he was half kneeling, half posed in a sprint-like stance, he fucked into me with a perfect rhythm. I let him. I clung to his shoulders and held on for the ride.
The fire rose up inside of me. My legs shook and he took a hold of my ankles, dragging my legs up and over his shoulders. My hips rose off the bench and my back arched. His fingers pinched my clit and the light, quick burst of pain had me crying out his name as I came again.
My eyes stayed locked onto him. I wanted to let my heavy lids fall closed but I couldn’t. For some reason, my body forced them to stay open.
Sweat glistened on his strong chest and dotted his brow.
With one last, deep thrust, his head fell back and a deep, primal growl ripped from his throat as he came.
My head dropped and since there wasn’t enough room, it hung off the edge of the bench.
My legs slid off his shoulders as he stood to his full height.
While he walked across the room to dispose of the condom, I sat up and ran my hand over my messy hair.
He walked back over, his eyes looking down into mine.
“I’m leaving?”
I knew this was his way of asking.
He’d never stayed before and I wasn’t ready for him to yet.
Still, there was something about the way he had asked that question the last few times he had been here that made me pause before I gave him a quick nod of my head.
The fact that I couldn’t simply tell him to go should have told me something.
Tonight was no different. The nod came, but only after I hesitated a beat longer than I normally did.
Unlike every other time he left, he bent down and placed a light kiss on my lips.
And maybe I didn’t hate it.
