Just like I knew if I moved my mouth to his neck, right under his ear, he would…
“Fuck me,” he growled as he sped up.
I moaned against his neck, biting down hard.
He cursed even louder as his thrusts became uneven, but more forceful.
That was what I needed.
For him to lose control.
To let that iron control go.
When he did, when he gave me everything, that was when I’d detonate.
Sure, he could’ve forced me over the edge on his own, but I wanted him just as out of control as I was.
My shoulders smarted slightly thanks to the way he was pressing me into the wall at my back, but not even that could take away the feeling of my orgasm pulling me under.
I closed my eyes as lights danced in my vision.
My pussy pulsed, and then he was following suit, filling me so full that I could feel the wetness leaking out from where he was shoved deep inside of me.
Our pulses continued to fly, as our breathing remained uneven.
That was what he did to me.
I never had any control when he was near.
I opened my eyes and stared straight into his dark as night ones, then said, “Let me down, please.”
He refused, carrying me to the bathroom off the hall where he sat me down on the vanity and reached for the hand towel next to the sink.
He wet the towel, then pulled out and cleaned me up. Only when I was done did he clean himself up.
He tossed the towel to the ground and then gently set me on my feet.
I slid down the length of his body, and only then noticed that he was fully dressed except for his cock that he’d fished out of the hole in his jeans.
“Do you pull your underwear down and go over the band when you pull out your penis, or go through the little hole in the underwear?”
He didn’t blink at the weird question.
“Over,” he answered. “Is the season over?”
I always came to him at the end of the season.
Without fail, the season would end, and I’d be in his arms half a day later.
“Yeah.” I swallowed hard and said, “I need my pants.”
He backed up and allowed me to walk to them.
I tugged my underwear on first, followed by my leggings, then tugged the borrowed t-shirt down over my waist before heading to his kitchen.
He followed behind me, not saying a word.
I pulled out a small container of Sunny Delight and poured myself a glass.
