It was hot and frenzied and full of passion, and he could feel the tightening in his balls that told him he was close, so bloody close, to letting go, but he needed her to come again first, needed to feel what he could do to her while they were joined, needed that memory to hold onto once this was over.
"Come for me, Silvie. Come on love, come with me," he coaxed her, one hand slipping around her to flick her clit insistently, not sure how much longer he would be able to hold back. "I'm going to come, love, come with me," he nearly begged, his thrusts becoming less smooth with the effort he was exerting to hold off until they could come together.