A hand lowered to his chest to steady herself and was soon joined by her other hand as her hip movement became more fervent and zealous. Her chin tilted back and those dark curls bounced wildly across the delicate curve of her shoulders as she moved.
Beads of sweat were collecting at the small of her back and his hand on her breast felt like he was burning her with his fingers. Eventually she was going to lose it and that point was getting closer ever quicker.
It got to the point where she was no longer biting back her moans but letting them fly off her tongue loudly until one in particular was nothing more than a whimpered stutter.
"I'm.. I'm going to.." and a hand lifted to cover his, to draw it up to her lips so she could kiss his palm and fingers as she peaked.