God, he felt so good; so warm and hard inside of her, his fingers firmly massaging her flesh. She loved how she could feel him slowly falling apart, how his words became breathless and careless between the broken moans and gentle kisses.

When he started to thrust up to meet her she increased the pace, panting and moaning along with him. The angle was perfect, and the near emotional overload from a few moments ago somehow added to the pleasure he was giving her.

Lifting her head from his shoulder, she nibbled lightly at his ear, not wanting to bite too hard knowing how close he was. “Then put those fingers back where they were and come with me,” she rasped against his ear.