“Come on my dick,” he is saying over and over. I grasp at the back of the couch for balance, because the waves come so hard and fast that I need stability. I tip my hips forward in just the right way, giving myself the exact kind of stimulation that makes me lose it, close to the edge, and then I am coming, gasping his name in his ear. “I want you to come right now,” he whispers back, biting my neck as I fuck him. ““You’re such a tease,” he murmured, sliding a finger through the split to play with me, stroking the wetness he’d found, swirling circles around my clit.”
