How The Song Ends *

"You shouldn't have." He grinned and slid his hand to her waist. He gripped her tightly as he pulled her towards him, thrusting deep inside her. They moaned in unison as she tightened around him in the premonition of her orgasm.

"I'll never do it again," he swore, their bodies coming together faster. His fingers dug into her hips and he guided her on his cock, their rhythm just right, just like his song before. She threw her head back and arched against him, her chest pressing against his as she took him inside her over and over again.

His left hand left her hips and moved down to gently strum her clit. Her breath hitched as she rode him harder. The sound of slick skin slapping and sliding filled the room. When she came, she cried his name in delight, milking him for all he was worth.

Unable to handle the tightness of her walls, he came with one last thrust into her, releasing himself deep within her with a sigh.