Celene's hands slid up his back, her nails raking lightly over his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
"Make me cum, Xavier," she gasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak, her lips brushing his as she did. "I want to feel you lose control inside me."
Her words were a siren's call, pulling him under, and he couldn't resist. He angled his hips, hitting that perfect spot inside her with every thrust, each one drawing a louder moan from her lips.
"Ahn~ Yes, right there!" she cried, her body arching beneath him, her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust.
The sight of her—head thrown back, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with pleasure—was almost too much for him. He could feel his own release building, the pressure coiling tighter with every movement, but he wanted her to fall first, to see her unravel in his arms.
