“You felt amazing,” Rose hummed, biting her lip and cutting off her moan, turning it into a longing whimper. “You feel amazing, sweet Helga, Rolf, you feel so amazing.” The arousal from her release still lingered, still had each thrust take her that bit closer to the edge. She gasped into the kiss, her tongue tangling with his as her hips rolled, thrusting against his. She didn’t hear Rolf’s groan as much as she felt it through his kiss, his breath warm against her cheek, but she wanted it again, wanted him to find that place that made him groan like that, and oh sweetness.
Her fingers curled into his short hair, clenching into hard fists and unclenching again as Rolf kept moving against that spot that had her toes curl and her do her best to hold on just a little longer, just long enough to hear him, to see that bliss on his face and know that even if only for a moment he felt what he had given her. “Right there,” she urged him and suckled on his lower lip.