"We can stop," Abrielle said, feeling that she's breaking down.
Her body was shaking from the pent-up emotions, but she could not deem to stop, especially when it's all been good and addicting. She gritted her teeth, wiping her tears away before she straightened once again, then she moved with urgency, not letting Abrielle think more of her sudden outburst. She pressed her palms on his chest for support while her lower body moved up and down, controlling every thrust without hesitation.
"Bloody hell," Abrielle hissed.
His legs moved, his heels pressing on the mattress which made her elevate. She brought her hands on his knees for support instead. Her breasts were moving along harshly with her every rise and fall, her legs spread wide open, and their bodies linked together. Looking dow
