action;
[ Caroline harbors no such hope, she doesn't want him to stop, she needs more, as much as he does. And as his hips quicken their movements, her own struggle to do the same, their bodies tangled in the most delicious fashion. She knows this can't last forever, she knows she won't be able to hold out much longer herself.
And she's never felt so good about doing something potentially so bad for them both. Her hands move restlessly over his body, pulling and tugging, desperate to feel every inch of his skin against her own, to feel him press inside of her as deeply as he can. And his fingers between their bodies knock down any chance she has of prolonging this.
It's not long before her breaths become pants and her gasps become moans until she can't fight it any longer. Her whole body tenses, trembles and every cliche thing that can happen does, the fireworks behind her eyelids, heat spreading through her veins, her heart skipping a thousand beats, the sensation of falling as pleasure takes hold and she cries his name.]