Pushing her hips against his, Marcie watched his face seeing the same thing in him that she felt too, not wanting to let go, unwilling for it to be over. “It feels so good,” she said, keeping up her pace. She wanted him to remember how amazing they were together, to focus on that, not on this being over. “You make me feel fucking good-”
Yes, focus on that instead - focus on every time she’d told him how good he made her feel, every gasp and cry he’d drawn out of her, every time she’d said his name - one of his names - when she was daring him not to stop. Focus on the memory of her behind the wheel of his car, the utter joy on her face, and hold onto that till he saw it again. Holy shit, that look on her face… He buried his hand between her legs, his thumb finding her clit so she could rub against his hand too as she rode him, suddenly very intent on seeing that look on her face again, right here.
“Oh-” Marcie let out a lustful sigh and shivered as he touched her, and angled to take his cock and his touch on her clit, arching her back and half closing her eyes in pleasure. Oh this- this- was everything- Arousal grew and she made little sighs and moans of desire, increasing her speed as climax built, dragging her nails across his skin as she braced against his chest. “Love you- don’t stop-” She looked down at him, tried to maintain eye contact, but she couldn’t manage it, closing her eyes as she came with a soft cry, pressing against his thumb.