Her own hands are on me, her nails scraping down my back. The pain is sharp, bright, a perfect counterpoint to the blinding pleasure coiling in my gut. It only makes me push harder, go deeper. My groans are guttural, animalistic things, lost in the mess of her hair.
I can feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave of sensation that's been cresting since the moment I first touched her. I try to hold it back, to make this last, but it's useless. The feeling of her clenching around me, the way her body milked me with every thrust, the sharp bite of her nails in my skin—it's all too much.
With a final, broken shout, I let go, my entire body seizing as I pour myself into her in deep, pulsing waves. My vision whites out, my world condensing to the feeling of my release and the woman trembling beneath me.
