"Marks." He moaned as her hand ran up his arm. Scratch marks fade and he didn't care if anyone on the team gave him shit for it. He was fucking a beautiful woman and so close to the edge he needed the next hit of pleasure. He felt her fingers on his shoulder pull down his muscular bicep.
"That's it." He found himself speeding as the pleasure coursed through his body. He knew he was at his height. He had no idea whether he'd be up for a morning sex after this. She'd begged for his cock, it made him feel powerful. If this was how it was with her, he'd be kissing her neck in the morning, but he couldn't hold himself off any more.
"Etta?" He whined out. "I'm close." His words were getting caught between his brain and his mouth. He knew what he wanted to tell her, but he felt out of breath. Together. He mouthed, hoping she knew how to read lips.