Pleading softly, a jumble of encouragement and endearments and curses, I let one hand slip from my thigh to grip desperately at his hip, pulling him in deep and rocking in tandem against him.

He was right— it didn't take long. I came with a hoarse cry, come splattering his belly and my own. Clutching him tight, I murmured against his cheek, "Now you, bello."