Ethan felt Amy come undone, her body clenching around him, shuddering above him. He groaned at the sensations, his cock painfully hard, precome dripping from the head.
He slid up from between her legs, kissing her stomach and breasts as he leaned against the headboard. His hands pressed against her hips, pushing her down toward his hardness.
"Take me, Amalthea. Now." It was plea and demand all wrapped up in one little word. He positioned himself beneath her, and when he felt her wet heat surrounding him, he moaned, the sound long and low.
In all that he had experienced, nothing could compare to this. It was indescribable and almost too much. He said her name, nearly chanted it as his hips jerked beneath her, seeking friction but finding the sensations overwhelming. It took all of his self control to not come inside of her at that moment.