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pinned it to the mattress as he grasped her other hand and did the same.
As their fingers entwined, he smoothly and steadily pushed into her. The rigid part of him glided upward, deep inside her, as her hips rocked with his, her ankles crossed in the small of his back. The penetration of his hot flesh seemed endless, filling her inch by inch as he completely imbedded himself. Her hips wriggled with the mounting pressure and, above her head, her fingers tightened around his. Her lungs fought for more oxygen as Mac’s breathing grew heavy and harsh.
But as the weight of his hips settled on hers and his groin finally connected with her, her back arched. He ground into her then, his distended shaft pushing at the walls of her body, his hips crushing her sweet spot. But just as the tiny center began to pulse, he drew back and then thrust again. Her hips tucked up under his, trying not to let him go. Her hands tugged at his with the impulse to hang on to his waist. But there was no way she was going to move his hands or arms and, as he plunged upward into her, she had no choice but to writhe.
He lowered his chest to hers and his mouth found her neck again, even as her hips bucked upward and her torso jerked against his.
“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely into her throat.
Quickly, he drew back and thrust again, moving hard into her, as her sweet spot throbbed against his weight and her hips struggled to satisfy themselves. She bucked again, completely involuntarily, her chest meeting his as her back arched away from the bed.
“God, yes,” he hissed.
Again, he plunged into her as her hips moved to accept him, trying to take all of him. He connected with a soft thud, the vibration of their bodies racing to her sweet spot and it thrummed in response. A convulsion spread through her abdomen, taking her breath away and, as he tried to rear back again, her legs gripped his waist tightly and hung on. But there was no stopping the primal rhythm that had taken over. His hips deftly swiveled below her legs and pumped his hot flesh into her yet again. She raised herself against him, pressing upward to meet his every thrust, as his increasing rhythm fed the growing yearning in her and a familiar coil of tension began to build in her tight depths.
She lifted her hips to his thrusting body as he drove into her. The rock hard length of him surged upward, again and again, filling her completely only to withdraw. Her torso struggled to keep up, undulating against his, as he rocked her with each new penetration. But as the tempo increased, she thrashed against him, her body writhing, aching for fulfillment. Mac panted as he pounded into her harder and faster and air was forced from her lungs in breathless urgent gasps. His strokes crescendoed, his hips pumping at a frenetic pace, his thrusts possessing her and penetrating to her very core. Her sweet spot buzzed with the pounding and a sudden convulsion rocked her body.
“ Mac ,” she managed to gasp between breaths.
Suddenly, he buried himself in her.
Her hips rocketed to life, gyrating wildly as a wave of clenches exploded in her abdomen. Inside, she felt him thicken and his fingers tightened around hers.
“Isabelle,” he breathed, just as his arousal jerked within her.
He grunted heavily with the release of it and her body convulsed around him. Over and over she spasmed, the dazzling waves of passion sweeping through her. Mac’s arousal jerked again and she felt his climax ripple along its length, molten and spewing. His massive chest flexed into her, their bodies joined at the hips.
As the clenching deep inside her continued to milk him, she shuddered uncontrollably. A deep groan welled up from his chest as he convulsed, bucking deep inside. Together they rode the surge and ebb of pleasure, rocking in unconscious time until, slowly, the waves began to fade. Though tiny tremors of ecstasy continued to reverberate in her abdomen, her climax had finally passed. His hips
As their fingers entwined, he smoothly and steadily pushed into her. The rigid part of him glided upward, deep inside her, as her hips rocked with his, her ankles crossed in the small of his back. The penetration of his hot flesh seemed endless, filling her inch by inch as he completely imbedded himself. Her hips wriggled with the mounting pressure and, above her head, her fingers tightened around his. Her lungs fought for more oxygen as Mac’s breathing grew heavy and harsh.
But as the weight of his hips settled on hers and his groin finally connected with her, her back arched. He ground into her then, his distended shaft pushing at the walls of her body, his hips crushing her sweet spot. But just as the tiny center began to pulse, he drew back and then thrust again. Her hips tucked up under his, trying not to let him go. Her hands tugged at his with the impulse to hang on to his waist. But there was no way she was going to move his hands or arms and, as he plunged upward into her, she had no choice but to writhe.
He lowered his chest to hers and his mouth found her neck again, even as her hips bucked upward and her torso jerked against his.
“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely into her throat.
Quickly, he drew back and thrust again, moving hard into her, as her sweet spot throbbed against his weight and her hips struggled to satisfy themselves. She bucked again, completely involuntarily, her chest meeting his as her back arched away from the bed.
“God, yes,” he hissed.
Again, he plunged into her as her hips moved to accept him, trying to take all of him. He connected with a soft thud, the vibration of their bodies racing to her sweet spot and it thrummed in response. A convulsion spread through her abdomen, taking her breath away and, as he tried to rear back again, her legs gripped his waist tightly and hung on. But there was no stopping the primal rhythm that had taken over. His hips deftly swiveled below her legs and pumped his hot flesh into her yet again. She raised herself against him, pressing upward to meet his every thrust, as his increasing rhythm fed the growing yearning in her and a familiar coil of tension began to build in her tight depths.
She lifted her hips to his thrusting body as he drove into her. The rock hard length of him surged upward, again and again, filling her completely only to withdraw. Her torso struggled to keep up, undulating against his, as he rocked her with each new penetration. But as the tempo increased, she thrashed against him, her body writhing, aching for fulfillment. Mac panted as he pounded into her harder and faster and air was forced from her lungs in breathless urgent gasps. His strokes crescendoed, his hips pumping at a frenetic pace, his thrusts possessing her and penetrating to her very core. Her sweet spot buzzed with the pounding and a sudden convulsion rocked her body.
“ Mac ,” she managed to gasp between breaths.
Suddenly, he buried himself in her.
Her hips rocketed to life, gyrating wildly as a wave of clenches exploded in her abdomen. Inside, she felt him thicken and his fingers tightened around hers.
“Isabelle,” he breathed, just as his arousal jerked within her.
He grunted heavily with the release of it and her body convulsed around him. Over and over she spasmed, the dazzling waves of passion sweeping through her. Mac’s arousal jerked again and she felt his climax ripple along its length, molten and spewing. His massive chest flexed into her, their bodies joined at the hips.
As the clenching deep inside her continued to milk him, she shuddered uncontrollably. A deep groan welled up from his chest as he convulsed, bucking deep inside. Together they rode the surge and ebb of pleasure, rocking in unconscious time until, slowly, the waves began to fade. Though tiny tremors of ecstasy continued to reverberate in her abdomen, her climax had finally passed. His hips
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