“Fuck,” Nick exhaled unsteadily as the pressure in his balls rose another notch. It felt incredible, both of them moving together, Mads’s breasts pressed to his chest, and God, that sound she made. Her nails against his scalp made his whole neck tingle deliciously. Nick gripped Mads’s ass with both hands for a moment, pulling her in tight against him to hold her still for a second, a little too close to coming for his liking. He hummed deep in his throat and turned his head to brush a kiss against Mads’s skin. Nick was beyond warmed up now, and he was starting to feel that impatience thrumming through his body. As good as she felt on top, he wanted to really fuck her. “Hold tight,” he muttered as he started to move them, slipping one arm around her back to support her weight. She wasn’t very heavy, and it was easy enough for him to roll with her to switch their positions. Nick settled Mads on her back, dipping his head in to kiss her hungrily again, hands braced to hold his bulk up. He planted his knees, pushing her legs up a bit with his thighs, and started thrusting into her again, building back up to the pace she’d set a moment ago.
She was not at all disappointed by the change in position. In fact, Madison actually preferred to be under her lover as opposed to on top. There was a certain thrill in being held down and ravaged that she couldn't exactly explain. A least one person suggested it might be because she liked to be dominated. She wasn't certain that was exactly it - her need to be in control in her everyday life said differently - though maybe it was. She didn't know - not that it really mattered. She liked what she liked; the exact reasons or explanations weren't necessary.
Mads groaned against his lips and raked her nails across his back as he pounded into her. That was another reason she liked to be on bottom; it was so much easier for her lover to hit all the right spots within her and at just the right speed. Slow thrusts were great, but quick hard thrusts were goddamned magical. "Fuck," she moaned, breaking her lips free from his. Her eyes were closed tightly, her breathing heavy and unsteady. She could feel her muscles beginning to tighten in her lower abdomen; she was getting so deliciously close to release. "N-Nick," she whimpered, nails digging into his back as her body started to curl under him.
The way Mads reacted made everything even hotter. All of that moaning and writhing and scratching made it so easy to slip into that mindless state where he was nothing but instinct and the pleasure in his body. He could feel Mads getting tighter and tighter around him as she got closer to her edge. She seemed to be liking things a little rougher, so Nick followed an impulse to amp things up a bit more. He pushed his upper body up again, pushing his cock deep into her and holding it there for a moment to drag the moment out while he took hold of one of Mads’s wrists. He pulled it up next to her shoulder, pinning it down before he reached for the other one, staring down into her eyes as he did so.
Once he had her pinned, his torso hovering over hers, Nick started thrusting again. Besides vanity, this was his reason for spending a lot of time at the gym. Core strength came in damn handy in bed. He didn’t drag it out as much as he could have, but she felt so good around him and looked even better under him, his body wanted to rut. Before too long, he was pounding into her again, watching Mads’s tits bounce and drinking in the sound of her pleasure re-building. Nick took all her noise as encouragement and upped his pace, groaning himself as that delicious pressure got to be almost unbearable. “Fuck yes, baby, come for me,” he murmured down at Mads as he felt her body tightening even further as she started to peak.