Usually, he ensured he was on top when they made love. This was his way of dominating her even in missionary. But that night, after stripping her naked in their well-appointed hotel suite, he invited her to climb on top.

He drank in the sight of her curvy body as she sank down onto him, the lips of her cunt parting around his raging cock.

But she’d been a little too quick to take him up on his invitation. She let out a little cry of pain, clawing at his chest as she squirmed to adjust to the size of him in her tight but not quite wet enough yet heat.

She was so tight and hot. Victor had to grit his teeth to keep from unleashing inside of her as she made her adjustments. He cupped one hand around her cheek and one hand around her waist, guiding her until she moistened around his cock and began moving effortlessly on top of him.

Then he caressed her breasts as she rode him with a sensual confidence she did not possess fifteen years ago. She looked nothing like she did in Japan. Yet, tonight, she was everything she’d been back then. But even better.

She liked taking control. Until she didn’t. She lost the thread when he tweaked her nipples, adding more pressure until they were extended pebbles between his fingers and thumbs.

“Victor,” she panted, her strokes getting sloppy. “Oh, God, Victor. I can’t…please…”

She’d become incoherent. But that was okay. Victor knew what she wanted, what she needed. It was the same thing as him.

He relinquished her breasts and grabbed onto her hips. Then he tilted her at an angle so that her clit could grind against his shaft as they moved faster and faster together.

It didn’t take long after that. A painful ache rose inside of him, letting him know he was close. But he held on…held on until she shattered above him, calling out his name as the powerful orgasm swept over her.

He watched her come with a warm feeling in his chest, wishing he could do this with her forever. But her tight pussy mercilessly milked him as it spasmed, and soon, he could no longer hold back.

His hands instinctively found her ass, and he threw back his head. Yelling out with his release as he pulled her hips tight against his spurting cock.

Not for the first time since they’d made their new agreement, he wondered how he’d managed to pull out all those years. Whatever exceptional pride had allowed him to do that was long gone now.

They let out sighs disguised as laughs as they came down together, looking at each other helplessly. And Dawn seemed to be speaking for the both of them when she wondered out loud, “Ten years…how is that still so intense?”

He had no idea.

And the painful ache…