When I finally release my hold on her chin, she gives a soft little whimper, her head drooping as if she doesn’t have the strength to hold it up. I keep driving into her, rattling the things on the bathroom counter with every thrust.
“Right there,” she gasps, lifting her head suddenly as her back arches. “Shit, right there. Oh, god, I’m so close.”
The raw desire in her voice is like a siren song. I try to do exactly what she asked for, adjusting the angle of my hips a little and pounding into her harder and faster. She’s breathing in short, choppy gasps, and she’s so tight around me that I can only manage short thrusts.
But it feels so good.
Better than anything.
It feels perfect.
“Frost!” Amora lets out a breathless cry, and her walls ripple around me as she comes. An electric charge of pleasure shoots through me, and I wrap one arm around her waist, gripping her jaw with my other hand as I pull her upright. I thrust into her two more times as my head drops down to the crook of her neck, and I bite the soft skin there as my cock spasms.
It feels like I pour a piece of my soul into Amora along with my cum.
Even after there’s nothing left, I keep thrusting softly into her warm body, never wanting to lose this connection with her.
Never wanting to lose her.