"What's wrong mate? Tired already?" He asks knowing he is the cause of this. I scoff. I will catch him this time. With a newfound determination, I run towards him my hands in front of me trying to push him to the ground. Grabbing my hands, locking them tightly across my chest with his strong forearms, pushing my back to his front. I gasp from the force and speed of the movement.
Thrusting his hips into me, his breath skimming the shell of my ears making my body shiver from the feel of his length and the warmth of his breath.
One of his hands on my hip, the other locking my arms in front of my chest, he whispers to me. "You put on quite the show before, mate."
"Did you like it?" I ask him, my voice showing a hint of nervousness.
"Do you prefer the old ways mate? Did you want m
