Page 17 of The Square

I grip her hips again, gently this time. And begin to rock her back and forth.

It takes her a while to get excited again. Which was the whole point of the cold shower.

But everything about this excites me.

And eventually, through no real decision of her own, she is moving herself and I’m no longer helping. She sits up a little, wrapping her fingers around my neck as she opens her eyes and stares down at me.

I shake my head, telling her not to say anything. And she sighs, but gives in. Because she begins to lift up and down on top of me. Forcing me out of her, almost completely out, before dropping herself back onto me.

Now it’s time for me to close my eyes. I let her take over. I let her fuck me and she does it soft, nothing like the way I did her.

She kisses me. Breezy, gentle, probing-tongue kisses.

I lean back a little, so my ass is on the edge of the bench, and I’m just a little bit supine. Just enough so she can really dig in and fuck me a little harder.

“I like it hard,” I say, opening my eyes just long enough to swipe a piece of sticky, almost-wet hair away from her cheek.

She nods. Maybe understanding. Maybe not.

But it doesn’t matter.

She fucks me perfectly.