I thought I was being pretty damn patient all things considered but I stop my movements completely and just watch. She's almost like a cat, the way she stretches out, pressing back against me with a roll of her hips.

I know what's happening, I know that feeling so well. She's about to become lost and she's trying to hold on to herself. She doesn't need to though, I want her to just let what's happening happen, to stop thinking about it and just do.

Hearing her say my name does things to me and the primal growl makes me almost completely lose it. Patience is rewarded though when she says that next word and it's almost like a damn breaking.

"Stop fighting it," I say, gasping as I rock my hips up sharply. The resulting friction makes me groan with pleasure and I do it again. And again. Each thrust makes it feel like my entire body is on fire with pleasure.

"Just let go."