Her sex was stretched to capacity and felt unfeasibly full. The angle was so good, and his rolling hip thrusts sent her back to the edge of ecstasy, fast.
"It feels so good, right there inside you." He spoke through gritted teeth, and then his mouth opened and his eyes closed. His body bowed back at the shoulders as his hips thrust deep into her.
She cried out, the thrust driving so high and deep, her cervix was palpating, her womb flooded, her chest congested, and her throat on fire.
His cock lurched, jerking inside her.
Her body responded, her sex spasmed and clenched. "Tommy, I'm coming." Her clit burned, a loop of tension uncoiling inside her. She bucked against him, and her arms weakened, her hands feeble and grasping at the rail, her damp palms sliding on the metal surface. "Oh god, I can't hold on."
His eyes flashed, and he moved under her, thrusting her up, so that her weight rested on his hips, his cock angled deep inside her. He jerked his head, flashing his damp hair back from his forehead, and gave a soft, hoarse laugh. "I'm here, I won't let go. I'm right here."
Winded, she shuddered and came again, her sex flooded, her head falling forward onto his shoulder.
He reached up, moving around her, wrenching the bondage tape from the bar.
Panting, she moved and latched her hands around his face, lifting her head up and wrapping her legs around his hips. "Isn't this how we started?"
He smiled, holding her easily, his hands stroking her back. "Things have changed a bit since that night, haven't they?"
"Yes, they have. Hold me, Tommy." She was still struggling to catch her breath. Her limbs were weak and shaking, her hands clutching at him.
"Like I said, I'm right here."
She nodded, looking into his eyes. It was true, and she was glad. She felt raw inside, her chest aching. The pain of the emotion felt good, though. It made her feel alive, really alive, and for the first time ever, Kelly Burton wanted her heart to ache some more.