His tongue left a hot trail along her collar as her lips fell away from his neck. Her fingers gripped him tighter in response, and she moaned again as his hands moved to press against her hips, moving in that much deeper.
If he didn't start moving soon, she thought she might go crazy, and he seemed to read her mind as he moved in a quick and heavy rhythm, eliciting more gasps of pleasure from her with each stroke.
Her hands slipped back up his back, traveling down his chest, which was now slick with a light sheen of sweat. The pillows and cushions beneath her cradled her body as he pressed her hard into the couch, and she captured his lips again with hers, catching his gasp with her mouth.
All of the stress from the past weeks seemed to unravel with their movements, and Daphne could think of nothing else but the heat in her body, and the feel of him pressing against her again and again. When her orgasm hit her, it caught her by surprise, and her fingertips gripped his flesh as she cried out, watching him with dark and wild eyes.