Julian's pace increased, his hips snapping forward with more force. The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard beginning to tap against the wall with each thrust. Eleanor's cries grew louder and more desperate, her nails raking down his back.
"Harder," she demanded. "Don't hold back. I want all of you."
Julian shifted the angle, lifting her hips slightly, and the new position had him hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars. Eleanor screamed, her inner walls clenching around him.
"There!" she cried. "Right there! Oh gods, Julian, right there!"
He pounded into that spot relentlessly, each thrust driving her higher. The sounds filling the room were obscene—skin slapping against skin, Eleanor's cries, Julian's groans, and the wet sounds of their joining. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air.
Eleanor felt her second orgasm building, faster and more intense than the first. "I'm close," she gasped. "So close. Julian, I'm—"
