He reaches up behind me, taking a handful of my hair. Pulling gently. I moan, the sensation almost too much now. I feel myself building again, higher this time. His thickness inside me drives me wild. I bear down on him, clenching all around him as another orgasm tears through me. This time I scream, every muscle pulsing as I ride it out.
Moments later, his urgent thrusts signal his climax. I encourage him, tell him to come for me. He groans, then explodes inside me. Once he's finished, I roll onto my side.
After catching my breath, I lay my head on his chest. His heart beats, strong and steady, against my ear.
"Where did that come from?" he asks, still slightly breathless.
"What?"
"The assertiveness. Playing with your tits, telling me to suck them. You know what I mean."
"Oh." I blush. "I guess you bring it out in me."
"I'm not complaining."
"I could tell," I remark. Then something occurs to me. "You know something?"
"Hmm?" He sounds half-asleep already. Typical man.
"I don't think the sex could ever be as good at my house. I think I made the right choice, deciding to move in here."
He laughs. "The two of us could have awesome sex on a beach, in a camper, in the yard, in a car, on the side of a mountain. Anywhere."
"Well, now." I raise myself up, looking him in the eye. "It sounds like you and I are going to keep each other pretty busy."
THE END