Catherine's arms were already trembling, barely holding her weight as Alex drove into her with that perfect, devastating rhythm.
Each thrust sent shockwaves through her entire body, building something massive and overwhelming that she couldn't control, couldn't stop, didn't want to stop.
"Ohhh... God... Alex..." she gasped, voice breaking.
His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her back harder, and Catherine's vision blurred with pleasure.
But then one of his hands left her hip.
Traveled up her spine with deliberate slowness.
Around her side.
And found her breast.
Catherine's moan turned into something almost like a sob.
His hand was large enough to cup her completely, fingers squeezing with perfect pressure, thumb finding her nipple and circling it until she was shaking for entirely new reasons.
"These," Alex said, voice rough with desire, "have been driving me crazy all day."
