The sound he makes when I touch him makes me gasp, makes my hips jerk hard again. My movements are starting to lose their rhythm.

He wants me to let go.

Very reluctantly I draw my hand away, sliding it back up him until it comes to rest over the back of his neck. I grip, I knead. I cry until I can barely see him anymore.

And then I let go.

My climax is punctuated with a shaky sob, my eyes finally closing. Tears finally falling, trailing slowly down my temples.