Each small adjustment he made with her legs made it just that much better, let him go deeper, made sure he hit just the right spot. The thrusts were harder, faster, but each time he paused for just a moment when he was buried deep inside of her. She moaned and writhed beneath him, her grip on his hair tightening while her other hand found his bicep and held on.

When he moved away from her lips she gasped, taking in air. The sounds he was making just drove her further, made her hotter. Her pulse beat wildly and her body was hardly her own anymore. She let him move her however he needed, loosened her grip on his hair just enough so that he could move uninhibited when he returned to lavishing attention to her breasts. Her skin burned with every sensation and she was practically panting as she rocked her hips in time with his, pushing up hard to meet each thrust.