She cried out and her thighs quivered and Chris wondered,for just a moment, if she was going to come. He certainly didn't mind if she did. He could do this for quite a while yet. But he heard the word 'stop', even though her voice was heavy with pleasure and low in volume.
He withdrew his hand, his eyes on her as she shifted her position a little, reached for his erection - which was quite easy to find at the moment - and lowered herself onto him in one, smooth move. Chris had time to take in a breath, but then she surrounded him and the sensation was fantastic. The sound of her voice and the affirmation that this was a good thing for her, too, made him gasp - because he'd forgotten to breathe.
"Erika," he whispered, resting on his elbows and trying to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head. He could become addicted to having sex with this woman, having this connection they seemed to have that made each moment like this so clear and vibrant.
"God, yes," he said, and managed to rock his hips up a little.