I leaned forward, capturing one nipple again, suckling gently, then the other, alternating, tasting the salt of her sweat, tugging softly with my teeth. My hands worshipped her body – sliding up her trembling thighs, gripping her ass cheeks, kneading them, spreading them slightly as she rode, feeling the muscles bunch and strain with the effort.
One arm snaked around her waist, holding her close, pressing her back against my chest, my other hand staying low, fingers teasing her clit, circling it in time with her movements, feeling it swell under my touch.
"Like that, baby," I breathed into her ear, the words punctuated by the soft thwack-thwack-thwack of flesh meeting flesh as she settled deeper each time.
"Ride me. Take what you need. All of it."
My promises were whispers now, hot against her skin.
