“All for you,” he says and the deep growl in his voice is so hot I feel my orgasm strengthening again.
“Oh my God, Clint, you’re so fucking good. How? How… Oh my God!”
The last cry comes as he lowers his hand and starts massaging my clit while he thrusts. Of course, this brings me right back to orgasm and when he cries out and shudders above me, I barely have enough energy to grind my hips and squeeze my pussy to make his orgasm as intense as possible.
I manage to gasp out, “Cum hard for me, Clint,” before I need to concentrate on gasping for breath and struggling to steady myself as my body continues to twitch underneath him.
We stay in that position for a long time and when he tries to pull out, I reach behind me and grip his ass to stop him.
“Stay inside me,” I breathe. “Please.”
He relaxes and I grind slowly underneath him, soaking in the feel of him inside me, the weight of him atop me, and the warmth of his breath on my neck and shoulders.
Of course, grinding on him like that eventually brings both of us back to ready and soon he’s slamming into me hard and fast again and I’m once more crying out underneath him as another impossibly powerful orgasm shakes me to my core.