"Touch yourself," he said."I want to watch you."
I slipped a hand between our bodies, finding my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts.The dual sensation built the tension faster, higher, my body coiling tight as another orgasm approached.
"I'm close," I warned.
"Me too.Look at me."
I opened my eyes and met his gaze.The intensity there, the love and want and desperate need, pushed me over the edge.I came with his name on my lips, my inner muscles clenching around him, and I heard him groan as his own release followed, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside me.
He collapsed against me, both of us breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin.
"That was worth sneaking out for," I said eventually.
"That was worth everything."He rolled to the side, pulling me with him so we lay tangled together, my head on his chest."I love you."
"I love you too."I pressed a kiss to his sternum."And we still have forty minutes before we need to go back."
"Is that so?"His hand traced lazy patterns on my back."What did you have in mind?"
"Round two.But this time, I'm in charge."
I pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, feeling him already stirring again beneath me.His eyes went wide as he looked up at me, hands settling on my thighs.
"I'm at your mercy."
"Good."I leaned down to kiss him, then sat back, letting my weight press against his growing erection."You've been running the show all day, making sure everything went smoothly.It’s my turn to take care of you."
"Betty, you don't have to—"
"I want to."I rocked my hips, and he groaned."I want to watch you fall apart for me.I want to be the one who makes you lose control."
I slid down his body, kissing a trail from his chest to his stomach to the V of his hips.He was fully hard again by the time I reached him, and I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking slowly.
"Is this okay?"
"More than okay."His voice was strained."You don't have to—"
I licked a stripe up his shaft, and the words died in his throat.
I took my time, learning what he liked.Swirling my tongue around the head.Sucking gently, then harder when his hips bucked.Taking him deeper, my hand working what my mouth couldn't reach.The sounds he made were intoxicating, gasps and groans and my name repeated like a prayer.
"Betty, stop.I'm going to—"
I pulled back, crawling up his body to straddle him again.He was panting, his eyes glazed with need, and I felt powerful in a way I'd never experienced before.
"Not yet," I said."I want you inside me when you come."
I positioned him at my entrance and sank down slowly, taking him in inch by inch.The angle was deeper this time, different sensations lighting up my nerve endings as I seated myself fully.
"You feel so good," I breathed.
"So do you.God, Betty, you're going to kill me."
I started to move, finding a rhythm that worked for both of us.His hands gripped my hips, helping me rise and fall, but he let me control the pace.I leaned back, bracing myself on his thighs, changing the angle until I found the spot that made me see stars.
"Right there," I gasped."Don't move."
I rode him faster, chasing my pleasure, watching his face contort with the effort of holding back.His thumb found my clit, rubbing in tight circles, and the added sensation sent me spiraling.
