When it subsided somewhat, I nodded. He moved.
Oh my God, did he move.
It was just like I remembered. Hot and slippery and so good I never wanted it to end. His hips started out slow, but increased their tempo until they pistoned at a hundred-and-twenty BPM and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh reverberated in the room. He sucked on my neck so hard he would leave a mark, and our sweat mingled on our chests.
I was in heaven.
He let go of my abused neck, leaned on his elbows, and grabbed my head in a tight grip with his hands. “Jack yourself off,” he panted. “I want to feel your cum on my skin. I want to smell it.” He lowered his head until his nose rested against mine and increased his speed. “I want to taste it.”
Wiggling my hand between our slick bodies, I did as he asked. And as we rushed together toward the finishing line he kissed me. Sweet, light kisses. Romantic and soft and a total contrast to what was happening below the waist.