He slowed enough to find that spot, stroking more lightly so he didn’t push past it. Instead, he probed directly against it.
It was like lightning struck at the base of my spine and vibrated up it.
I screeched. Gripping his wrists holding my hips, because it was all of him, I could reach. My breasts bounced as I bucked against him. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Then I erupted in a swell of heat that slicked over him.
Only then did he push beyond it. Rolling his tip over that spot a final time and then curling himself in against the mouth of my womb to spill his pleasure into my core.
He gave a long male groan of relief and slumped over me. Sweating and lava hot to touch. His flat chest was hard against mine. And he was still in me as he dropped his forehead to my shoulder. Catchin
