The heat of Aspen’s body clutching at mine causes me to lose the reins on my careful control. I grip her waist and my hips lift in erratic bursts, meeting her with firm thrusts. She collapses on top of me—chest to chest, her heart pounding—as I fill the condom with a release so powerful, every muscle in my body locks up at once. That’s when I know that I’m officially done for.
