With a wicked grin, Joseph shifted her onto her side, pulling her legs apart as he thrust into her from behind. She gasped at the new angle, the sensation of him hitting deeper, harder. Her hands gripped the sheets as he leaned over her, kissing her neck, biting gently on her ear as he moved faster, each thrust sending her closer to the edge.
They shifted again, moving into a new position—her on top this time. She rode him, her hips grinding against his, her hands on his chest for balance as she controlled the rhythm. Joseph watched her, mesmerized by the way she moved, the way her breasts bounced with each thrust. His hands roamed up her body, pinching her nipples gently, sending jolts of pleasure straight through her.
They moved through positions, each one building on the last—the intensity rising as they shifted into a perfect 69, then to doggy style, her back arching as he drove into her from behind. Her moans were louder, her body shaking with every powerful thrust.