"F*ck," he says. "I want you to come for me, baby." It's rough as he slams into me deeper still and I want to come.

"Landon, please," I beg him.

"Come for me, baby," he repeats his words hoarsely; he's struggling for control.

Hearing him say it is enough to take me completely over the edge. I moan out his name as he collapses on top of me, trying to catch his breath.

I feel sleepy, but I'm not sure if he wants me to stay. I should probably just get dressed and ...