Suddenly he seemed to lose something. Rhythm? Tempo? Something changed and her body, which had really fallen for what had been going on, was unimpressed with the change. Looking at him imploringly she dug her heel into his arse. "Don't change," she said. "I'm right behind you." Or she would be if he got back to the right moves.
Abandoning the arm she'd been grabbing onto she teased her nails across her own chest, desperate not to lose the sensations. She caught a peaked nipple just right, more by accident than design, and whimpered again. Simultaneous orgasms were, in her opinion, overrated and a pain to coordinate, even if she understood the fantasy.