Curse words were spoken in hushed pants against the skin of her neck - his erratic breaths making goosebumps arise on the surface and a chill to run down her spine. She paid close attention to the way his hands caressed her thighs and the way he spoke so sweetly against the shell of her ear.
She loved the way he made her feel. The way he worshiped her body - taking in every little ridge and detail. Finding sexiness in each blemish and freckle because that's what made her unique to him. Each touch gentle and precise, yet so self-assuring and confident; she found his dominance inexplicably hot.
"Please," She pleaded when she felt that familiar burn rousing in the pit of her stomach.
"Come on baby, I got you." He encouraged. His other hand wrapping around her back when he felt her legs begin to shake - but never slowing down the movement of his hips until he felt her tense up. Moaning his name hoarsely while she craned her neck back, letting her orgasm take over her.
His wrist flicked back and forth, steadily moving faster and faster as every second passed. Panting heavily, the bones in his toes cracking softly as they curled against the tiled floor. His throbbing length gliding against the smooth wetness of his tightly clenched palm. His mind flashing to her eyes - the way she watched him tense up and release above her. How she drank in the way his eyebrows pulled down into a frown, mouth hanging agape as deep husky groans escaped his parted lips.
