When I open my eyes, I find his jaw was tensed, his neck veins bulging. And I'm lifted again before he brought down to meet his rising hips.
Like a crash! I cry out as I receiving the impulse to close my eyes.
"That much good?" he asks, rewarding me with another flick of his hips.
"Absolutely," My knuckles whiten from my fierce grip on the bath.
"Don't come yet, together," He says.
Then I concentrate on controlling the climax of pushing forward, he was steady with his controlled movements but that not helping me in my attempts.
His head falls back, but he keeps his eyes firmly on mine as he lifting me, yanking me back down and grinding hard, every time to time again.
In together sync, we release moan, and my head becoming heavy from keeping my eye on him. I just want to throw it back and let go, but I've got to wait for the okay.
But I don't know how much longer I can.
