"You feel… like heaven," he grunted, his control starting to fray. His thrusts grew slightly harder and deeper, hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars.
The second orgasm built faster, a rising tide fed by the first.
She wrapped her legs high around his waist, locking her ankles, taking him even deeper. Her nails scored down his back.
"Jaenor! Yes… right there… don't stop…"
A guttural roar was torn from him.
His tender façade shattered, and the animal he kept chained broke free. His thrusts became powerful, primal, driving into her with a force that shook the bed frame. She met him thrust for thrust, her own cries meeting his grunts, their sweat-slicked bodies sliding together in a frantic, glorious rhythm.
She climaxed again, a sharper, more violent peak that clenched around him like a fist, milking him, pulling his own release from him.
