I flip her onto her knees, haul her hips back, and press the tip against her entrance, but don't slide in.
Not yet.
I rub it there, catch against her, let her feel the size of it.
She looks over her shoulder, hair in her eyes, mouth parted, sweat gleaming along her spine.
"Please," she says.
I drive in slow, inch by inch, watching her take me.
She stretches around me, tight and wet and pulsing, and when I bottom out, I have to close my eyes for a second to keep from coming.
Her breath stutters.
Her fingers grip the headboard.
I pull out halfway and push back in harder.
Her moan cracks open in the middle.
I do it again, harder still, until she's pushing back to meet each thrust, wild and greedy.
The rhythm builds.
I grip her hips, drive into her deep and slow, then faster, slamming into her with wet, obscene sounds that bounce off the walls.
She cries out with each thrust.
She clenches around me like she wants to hold me there forever.
I reach around, fingers slick as I circle her clit, teasing it while I pound into her.
She wails and comes, shaking apart on my cock, walls fluttering around me.
I flip her again, lift her leg over my shoulder, and go in deeper.
Her nails rake down my back.
She drags me closer, sweat-soaked and feral, and when I kiss her it's brutal, teeth and tongue and the taste of her still on my lips.
"You feel what you do to me?" I whisper.
"You feel how close I am?"
"Yes," she pants.
"Don't stop."
I pull her into my lap and let her ride.
She grinds hard, breasts bouncing, mouth open.
I grip her ass, slam her down onto me, over and over, until she starts to come again, trembling, sobbing my name.
I thrust once, twice, then lose it completely, roaring intoher neck as I come hard, pulse after pulse, buried deep.
She clings to me, shaking. I hold her through it, both of us spent, breathing each other in like we'll never have enough.
