His hands on my hips felt different, stronger somehow; his thick length inside me more filling. I didn't know I was crying until he started crooning softly to me again and kissing the tears from my cheeks.
"Come 'ere, I've got you." He pulled my face down to his with a hand behind my head and took my lips a little more roughly this time as my body undulated over his.
I used him to outrace the thoughts in my head, but no matter how hard I ground myself against him. Or how hard I slammed my hips into his. I couldn't quite catch whatever it was that I was running after.
But he knew! I should've known he would. "I've got you." He whispered the words in my ear as he held my head and rolled us until I was beneath him.
He looked down at me as he lifted my legs around his waist and that's when I found it. From his first powerful stroke, I started to cum.