She was in no doubt, however, that the fit thrilled her. Her heart was threatening to reach mock-speed and she began to think she might come before he got inside of her. The thought sent her scrambling to help him achieve full penetration. She wanted all of it, wanted him so deeply inside of her when she climaxed that he felt like part of her.
She began lifting and pressing down on him in counter to his efforts. The moment she did, it seemed to send him over the edge in a mindless pursuit to achieve the same ends. He seized control, jogging her up and down his shaft and, at the same time, lunging into her until they breeched the impasse and he abruptly slid to the hilt-or at least her hilt. If he had any lonely inches left over, that was his problem! She had all she needed and all she could take.
Breaking from his lips, she bit down lightly on his neck. It distracted him from his determination to keep trying to go deeper long enough for her to lift up and slip down his cock again. He caught the rhythm with the second pass, grasped her hips tightly again and began driving into her almost too fast for her to keep pace with him. Fortunately, she was so close to climaxing already that his brief, if frequent, encounters with her g-spot were enough to push her over the top within moments.
She uttered a deeply satisfied groan as her climax hit her, clinging tightly to him as the convulsions of ecstasy wracked her endlessly. He released a choked grunt as she peaked, stilled for a split second, and began pumping again. She could feel his cock jerking inside of her and it sent a last, powerful thrill through her before the spasms began to weaken.
Thoroughly expended, the tension drained away and took her strength with it until it began to be more and more of an effort to hold on to him. She realized she was beyond caring if she hit the floor or not, though, certainly beyond any ability to prevent it herself. Thankfully, his grip on her seemed solid despite the tremors she could feel running through him.
"We should've used the couch," she murmured a little drunkenly.
The comment sent a faint jolt through him. "I did not think of it," he responded, his voice still hoarse with his ragged breaths.
"Me neither," she agreed. She was almost sorry she hadn't, though. If he was feeling as washed out as she was now it had to be hard to stand holding her mounted on his cock and she was really, really reluctant to dismount. Sighing, she eased her grip on him. "I guess I should get down and go clean up," she added, beginning to feel a little awkward.
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