Bradley was only barely in control now, her hands on his chest gave her more leverage and she was using that to her advantage. His breath was short, soft moans, as well as, her name were nearly continuous from his mouth. Perspiration beaded across his forehead and dampened his chest. Each thrust of her hips was met almost forcefully by his own, one hand leaving her ample bosom to grip her waist. With that hand he pushed her down hard against him, his grasp was nearly unfriendly in it’s need to have more of her.
The faster she moved the less he was aware of anything but their bodies and his own building lust. Each throaty moan sent him closer, each bounce made it harder to think, harder to stave off the inevitable release. Again and again he speared her, again and again her voice echoed through his home.
That whimper made him groan and he nearly lost himself at that exact moment. His hand now covering her mouth, her lips kissing the palm, the other hand on her waist. A final thrust and her body shuddered, a guttural moan slips from him. Bradley pushes into her twice more, moaning each time as her body finds its ultimate pleasure upon him before he too yells her name in his climax. His body shaking, breath ragged.