<strong>Close...</strong><br/><br/>The word echoed in his head and drew a moan that was close to a break. The feeling of her body, her attention,gripping and milking him, taking him into her was intense, addictive. He did not want to stop, even if he came he was not sure if his body would be able to rest. The sound of their contact, the slap of flesh that echoed in the room was broken with both their cries. He  felt her tongue touch his hand, lick at him in some erotic supplication. He cried out and leaned over her body.<br/><br/>He moved to lay atop her, chest curling over the roundness of her ass, He could not match the bend of her spine and he did not try. This position changed his stroke again, forcing her lips apart as he slid fully from her before re-entering.<br/><br/><em>So close.... But...Go first or I will not go at all. I want... Tegan, Now, right Now.</em><br/><br/>His voice, broken but strong, a command, a threat. He wanted her right then and there, spasming and contorting on his cock. Wanted to feel her try and break him, take him, milk every ounce of strength and cum from his body in a display of lust. And he wanted to give her everything she desired. He released the control on her hands, freeing her arms, his body did not carry the normal rhythm he had set. He was as close as he had said he was. His left hand joined his right, pillars on either side of her head as he started slower, deeper thrusts.