The customary tension started to compose at the core of his spine. There was no way he could reply her now.
This wasn't the moment for a philosophical conversation, particularly one that might squeak like they were surging into an intense affair. He improved his pace again, and Eve reeled quicker, staying right with him.
"You're so tight, so moist and hot. So perfect."
Her gusts fitted his, sharp, shallow, and quick. He bore down on her pelvis and put in a mincing motion, learning she'd relish it as much as he.
She moaned louder. With every thrust he built nearer to a fevered crest. At the juncture her muscles clutched, he spiraled out of control. His orgasm yanked through him like a hurricane.
Eve blurted and concealed her countenance in his pillow again. She trembled while her muscles milked him dry. They tugged jointly, each trotting the waves of climax to the very last aftershock.
