Her hand squeezed between them, fingers cupping her mound, rubbing back against her with every movement, and she wanted to cry out but there was no sound left in her throat.
She felt him with her whole body, shook with each thrust, fragile in his arms but holding on by a thread, by her hand clutching hard at his shoulder and the the grip of his fingers on her hip. She watched him through the fog in her mind.
Now. His head went back and his eyes closed, and for a moment wore an expression of absolute bliss. Then his face contorted, she felt him throb inside her, and then he was falling against her with a sound halfway between a raw and a sob.
She shattered. Dimly aware of her fingernails digging into his shoulder and her own head falling back as she pulled him in, in, in and fell with him into oblivion.