“Don’t tell me this time- show me how you feel, how much you want-” He growled and bucked on top of her, the force of his hips driving her into the bed, and she gasped at his need, taking everything he gave her and begging for more.

“Yes, Brian, yes yes!” she moaned, wrapping her long legs around his hips, using her heels to press him deeper. “Fuck me, baby! Harder!” Her words spurred him on, and she knew he had to be close-that constantly observant part of her marveled that he’d made it this far already-but he was holding back, and she understood when his eyes met hers in the dimness.

“Do you want to make me come?”

He nodded, biting his lip.

“Then fuck me here, too.” She pressed a hand between her breasts, and he groaned, pressing his face against her neck, hiding from everything that had been and

was being revealed, moment by moment. She thought it was over, that he would give up, but he surprised her.

“Holly, Holly,” he whispered into her hair, his thighs forcing hers wider, hips grinding. “Beautiful, amazing, wonderful, glorious woman…” She flushed-her whole body flushed-as she met his thrusts.

“Goddess,” he murmured, biting at her nipple, making her pussy spasm in response. “Fucking goddess…witch…siren…whore…”

“Oh god,” she whispered when he found the perfect rhythm, his tongue bathing her nipple, sending electric sparks to her groin. “Don’t stop. Please don’t.” He groaned, moving faster, hips pumping deep, deeper still, and Holly writhed beneath him, letting him take her there. She never faked an orgasm-and never would.

What Holly gave, she gave completely, and she gave it to him now, a shuddering, gasping release, the pleasure rolling through her body again and again.

“Ahhhhh fuck!” He cried, his mouth crushing hers as he came, as if he could pour it all out, empty himself completely into her, body, breath, everything. She welcomed him with long limbs, whispered, heated words, coaxing every last drop out in long, quivering waves until he collapsed against her, breathless.