"Yes," I breathe. "Don't stop."
He begins to move, pulling back slowly before thrusting back in. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure radiating through my body. The drag of him against my inner walls is exquisite torture.
"Holly," he groans, his pace quickening. "You feel amazing."
I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle, taking him deeper. The new position has him hitting that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. I'm already trembling, the orgasm building faster than I thought possible.
"Right there," I pant, my hips rising to meet his. "Don't stop."
His rhythm grows more urgent, more demanding. The sound of our bodies coming together, the soft gasps and moans filling the room, pushes me closer to the edge. I'm already so sensitive from his earlier attention that each thrust winds me tighter.
“Let go for me,” he says in my ear.
That’s all it takes. The tension inside me snaps, unleashing waves of ecstasy that crash through my entire body. I arch against him, crying out as my inner walls clench around him rhythmically. The world narrows to just this—just us—as the pleasure radiates from my core to my fingertips, my toes. My nails dig into his back as I ride out each pulse, each new wave stronger than the last.
Denton doesn't stop. He keeps driving into me, his powerful strokes extending my climax until I'm trembling beneath him.
"That's it," he growls against my neck, his voice strained with his own building pleasure. "God, you're perfect."
I can barely breathe, barely think as aftershocks ripple through me. My legs tighten around his waist, holding him close, wanting to feel every inch of him against me, inside me. The weight of him, the scent of his skin, the friction of his chest against my sensitive nipples—it's all too much and somehow still not enough.
His rhythm falters slightly, growing more urgent. His breathing is ragged against my ear, sending new shivers down my spine. I can feel him swelling inside me, getting impossibly harder.
"Get on top of me" he gasps. “I want to see your gorgeous body above me while I come inside you.”
I roll with him as he flips us over, my body now straddling his powerful frame. The sudden shift makes me gasp as I feel him even deeper inside me from this angle. His large hands grip my hips, steadying me as I adjust to this new position.
"Like this," he murmurs, guiding my movements with gentle pressure.
I plant my palms on his chest and begin to move, rising and falling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sensation is incredible—I can control the depth, the pace, the angle. His eyes never leave mine, darkened with desire as he watches me take my pleasure.
"That's it," he encourages. His thumbs trace circles on my hipbones, sending shivers across my skin.
I gain confidence with each roll of my hips, finding the perfect motion that hits exactly where I need him. My head falls back as the pleasure builds again, impossibly soon after my first orgasm. I didn't think I could come again so quickly, but the way he's looking at me, the way his thickness fills me completely—it's overwhelming.
"God, you take me so good," he breathes, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple.
Our rhythm intensifies, my movements becoming more urgent as I chase the building pressure. His breathing grows ragged, his grip on my hip tightening as he thrusts up to meet me.
I'm so close. So close again. Pleasure builds and my thighs start to tremble as I rock against him.
"You're going to come again, aren't you?" he asks, his voice strained, eyes locked on mine. "I can feel you tightening around me."
"Yes," I pant, barely able to form words. "I'm right there."
His hands grip my hips tighter, guiding my movements, pulling me down harder onto him with each thrust. I'm completely at his mercy now, my body surrendering to the rhythm he's set. One of his hands slides between us, his thumb finding my clit.
"Let me see you," he demands, circling my sensitive bundle of nerves. "Let me see you fall apart on top of me."
The added stimulation sends me hurtling over the edge. My second orgasm crashes through me with unexpected force, more intense than the first. I cry out his name as waves of pleasure radiate outward from my core, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around him.
"That's it," he groans, his eyes never leaving my face as I come apart above him. "God, yes, that’s it."
My movements become erratic as the aftershocks ripple through me. I'm trembling, barely able to keep myself upright.
"Holly," he groans, his voice thick with need. "I'm going to?—"
His body goes rigid beneath me, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me down hard against him. I feel the hot pulse of him inside me as he comes, his face transformed by pleasure.
