He kept the lamp on.
I locked the door and he was already naked on the bed, c**k hard in his fist, watching me strip. No rushing to the dark this time. He wanted to see it. I climbed over him and he caught my hips, dragged me down, and pushed into me in one long stroke that made us both groan. I was swollen from three days of him. Slick with everything he’d already left. He bottomed out and held me there, hands bruising my waist, eyes on where we were joined.
“Ride it,” he said. “I want to watch you f**k yourself on my c**k with the light on. No hiding.”
I moved. Slow at first, then harder when he slapped my ass and told me to stop teasing. The wet sound was loud. Every time I dropped, his c*m from earlier squelched out around him and ran down his balls onto the sheet. He watched it hap
