Desperation

"I won't last," he admitted.

"It will be long enough, you always come through" she answered as her hips moved desperately to deepen his stroke. Her hand ran down his back and then over his flexing ass until she could stroke the back side of his balls. "Fuck me!" she demanded.

Growling at her challenge John let loose of his restraints. His powerful body slammed into her and his hands clamped around her hips to hold her still. He ached for her and he felt his balls tightening as his end neared. Carly's back arched as he reached new depths and she panted in reaction. "Yes!"

It wasn't enough, he needed more of her. Pulling his knees up he wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her off the bed. His new angle gave him complete control and held her up as he drove himself into her. Carly braced her hands behind her head and pushed back allowing him better purchase. There was no thought, no words there was only the sensation of their bodies joining. He thrust again and again until he was mindless with the desire he felt.

Carly tightened around him and her breathing became ragged. Screaming was beyond her and she could only breathe his name over and over as she once again was swept away in the ultimate pleasure. The sound of her unraveling was the final break in his control and John slammed himself into her as if he would split her in two. His balls tightened almost painfully and then it began, wave after wave of indescribable pleasure as his seed spilled from him and flooded deep inside her.

He had collapsed on top of her and it was several moments before he was coherent enough to realize he might be crushing her. He rolled to his side but she moved with him, her leg wrapped around his hip in an effort to keep them connected. "Are you ok?" he asked afraid that he might have gone too far at the end.

"Best fuck of my life," she agreed with conviction.

"All you had to do was ask, Babe."