And just like he wanted, his name continues to falls from her mouth in incoherent pleas and half-formed breaths. His grip on her hips tightens as his pace becomes more erratic and she knows he’s holding back. His hand slips down to her clit, rubbing it in time with his now-controlled strokes. She’s trembling, the arches of her feet stained from angling herself up to help accommodate for some of their height difference She’s so close, but the angle is just awkward enough that she needs