He thrust into her, long, slow, wet strokes that dug deep. She arched in ecstasy, lost in passion. Her fingers clasped convulsively over the muscles in his back, leaving half moons in the pale skin.

The shock of pain caused him to grunt in surprise, and he twisted during his next stroke, making her cry out. She adjusted her legs, angling her hips for leverage and pressure. His body pounded into her, and she felt her climax coiling deep within. Wrapping her ankles around his lower back, she added force to his motions, and soon found herself falling over that edge. Exhausted, she could only moan as the intense pleasure crested and waned.

Tension across his back and in his face indicated he was near to completion himself, so she pulled his body in closer. Shuddering and gasping, trembling arms barely supported his body as he spilled deep within her.