Let him take charge.

"You know, I'm not made of glass." You smirk at him, encouraging. "You can make up for all those lost years now. Treat me the way you fantasized."

Todd's response is quick and sudden. He plants his hands on your ass and lifts you, hefting you up and round to dump you on your back onto the couch. He looms over you, fumbling a little as he tries to shove his dick back inside. You assist it with one hand again, shifting your legs up to make room for his knees as he nestles his groin against yours once more. You are now somewhat curled, pelvis and pussy point kind of upwards to allow him access, with your shoulders pushed against the arm of the sofa. Your movement is restricted as his thrusts begin to grind you into the corner, but you don't care because the deep jerking thrusts are hitting new spots, referring their jolts of pleasure through and around you.

Within a couple of minutes your climax grips you. Spasms in your legs pull him in fiercely, while your chest heaves with shortened breath and exertion. You are gasping his name and a million other things, arms draped around his neck as he ruts heavily into you, face contorted with lust.

With a series of final, brutal jerks, as deep as its possible to go, he is spurting his hot jizz, seemingly endlessly, into your burning wetness. When finally he is finished, he sinks on top of you, sweaty face resting on your panting breast. Your hands a spreading themselves dreamily across his back as you murmur to him.