He increased his pace, and then focused his attention on her pleasure center, rubbing the small button in firm circles until every muscle in her body was trembling and clenching, and she was crying out in release.
Then, right at the height of her climax, he thrust his hard cock into her spasming walls, feeling them close tight around him like a hot, wet Venus flytrap.
He could feel the power of her orgasm through the muscles under his hands as he grasped her waist and hips. It was so erotic—the feeling of pounding her while she crested that orgasmic wave. There was only one thing missing, and that was for them to climb that peak together. He knew it wouldn’t be long; he was incredibly close.
He picked up his speed a little and fixed his eyes on her body. He focused on the sexy things his actions were doing to her—the way her breasts bounced as they hung down from her chest, the way her ass jiggled a little every time his hips and abs pounded into it.
And, beyond that, the way she cried out a little every time he completed a thrust. The auditory evidence that the orgasm crashing through her was directly caused by what his body was doing to her.
At that, he went crashing over the edge with her, both of them crying out and collapsing in a sweaty, trembling heap on the couch as they clung to each other and rode it out.
He wrapped her up in his arms as they came down, stroking her hair and her skin as his heartbeat slowed along with her.
God, they were so in sync. He’d never been happier.
Still, he couldn’t help but wonder. How long was this going to last?