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need.  I can’t help
myself but get lost in it, and as her tongue sweeps into my mouth, my hips fall
a little, and it presses my center against hers.  It feels so warm there,
right between her legs, that I pray she doesn’t change her mind.  That
she’ll let me grind against her just long enough so I can finally get some
relief.

 
    I’m still trying to hold back, but with the way she’s clinging
to me, sure hands unbuttoning my shirt, and moaning against my lips, I can’t
much longer.  I had been hoping to hang onto some sense of control a
little while longer, but my cock is desperately pressing against my jeans, and
rocking against her core, imagining the moment I get to sink into her, “ Ri -Riley, I
can’t hold on much longer.”

 
    She moves her lips away from mine, just enough to put her
voice close to my ear, “Then don’t baby,
cum right now - I don’t care.  Give me a taste of what to expect.”   Her
words are ringing through my head, and when her fingertips roam down to my ass,
firm hands holding me in place, I feel downright dizzy.  Can I really
allow myself to lose control?  Cum against her, and have her cling to me? . . . “Avery, I want
you to cum.  Now.”

 
    She’s taking the lead, and I need to accept the fact, that
she’s been holding the reigns so far.  And I like it.  I spend every
day, all day, thinking of everyone else, for everyone else.  Having to be
one step ahead of every action - but thrusting against her, I don’t have to
think, I just am.   A man, with needs, with a beautiful
woman underneath him, telling him to cum.  And I’ll oblige, every
damn time.

 
    I bury my head into her neck, and inhale an almost
overwhelming scent of lilies, intoxicating me.  With one final thrust, I
hold my dick to her entrance, separated by more denim than should ever be
allowed, and allow my body to finally snap from the tight coil my thoughts had
twisted it into.  I moan her name, and she wraps those long legs around
me, her fingers digging into my cheeks, encouraging me on with her groans.

 
    I cum hard.  Harder than I
ever think I have in my entire life.  It seems to go on forever, and when
I’m finally done, I wonder if I might have just pounded her straight through
the damn mattress.  Even though I’m still waiting on the blood to pump
back into my brain, I need to look at her, and make sure I didn’t somehow mess
it up, that it was okay.  She doesn’t disappoint, as soon as she locks
eyes with me, I spot the flush cheeks, and her biting her bottom lip.  My
eyes are hazy, grateful that she’s not kicking me off of her.  She’s still
so entangled around my body, that I stay in place, spent and exhausted, and yet
. . . ready to go again.

 
    “Avery.”

 
    God, I want her to moan that name again.  I should be
embarrassed, for cumming in my pants like a school boy , but she doesn’t say anything.  Instead, her
hands move from my ass, under my shirt, and up my chest.  Her fingernails
gently scratch my skin, and it make me shiver a little.  Though I think
she enjoys that.  Because when I look back at her, her smile is big and
wide, “Feel better?”

I feel the blush on my cheeks, and lower my head to her neck, holding her a
little tighter, “I feel amazing.”   I
can tell she’s happy with the way she moves under me, hands roaming back up,
until she twists her fingers in my hair, so she can pull my head back up to
look at her again.  Riley always wants to look at my eyes, and to be
honest, I like getting lost in hers, too, “But
I need to tell you - that I hope you know . . . ”   She looks like she might be
bracing herself for whatever I’m trying to say next, but I’m quick to finish, “ - you should know, that you’re never
getting rid of me now.”

 
    My grip tightens on her even more, because she’s making me
want to melt right into her.  
    I know I probably seem clingy, downright dependent on her,
but the truth is: I am.