"Ah…" Before Anya's voice could reach across the door, Alvin swiftly grabbed her by the neck and buried her face in his neck, muffling her cry of pleasure.
He couldn't help but keep an eye on the ensuite door and increased the speed when her body jerked in pleasure building in her body. He groaned when her teeth sunk into his shoulders and tightened her walls around his girth.
He rammed inside her harder a few more times and tightened his arm when her body jolted and spasmed violently. After a few more thrusts, he shattered inside her and shuddered in ecstasy, dissolving into pleasure.
Gasping for air, tremors coursing through her body, Anya sloppily kissed him back. Letting her take a breath, Alvin gathered her, tidying her hair without taking his eyes away from her face. Watching his wife revel in pleasure was another kind of satisfaction, and him being the reason was delightful.
