Daphne moaned, her lips falling on his neck, her teeth nibbling against the tender skin there. She could distinctly feel his every stroke, her body pushing back against him in perfect tempo.
Her head fell back as she felt him shift ever so slightly, and brushed up against her most sensitive spot with each of his movements, and it was almost as if she could feel his own pleasure mounting and mixing with hers.
Their eyes locked in a moment of bliss as they both peaked, and the strength of her climax caught her entire by surprise, her mouth falling open in a gasp. She panted hard as she felt something in the back of her mind slid perfectly into place, almost like key in a lock, but the feeling was quickly forgotten as the next wave of her orgasm washed over her in a seemingly endless torrent.
She could feel her back bruising against the hard surface of the desk from their efforts, and somehow, that felt glorious too. His name fell from her lips in a whimper, breathless and feeling better than she had in ages.