But I still don't fucking care.
"Harder," I groan. I need more of him. All of him.
He holds onto my hips, pulling my body towards his. His fingers dig into my flesh as he thrusts into me harder and faster. I still shake, the table still shakes, but his grip is tight.
My body stays pressed against his.
It's intense.
Good intense.
I let go of my last conscious thought. My hips rock in time with his. It pushes him deeper.
Judging by the way he groans louder and breathes hard, it drives him out of his fucking mind.
I match his movements.
I stare into his gorgeous green eyes until I can't take it anymore. My lids press together. A groan falls off my lips.
Words fall off my lips. "You feel so good, baby."
He lets out a low, deep groan. "Fuck, Bella."
He moves harder.
Deeper.
My fingers dig into the table.
"Touch yourself," he groans. When I hesitate, he adds. "I've got you."
I bring one hand to my clit and I stroke myself. Tension knots in my core.
Fuck.
"Joel," I groan.
I force myself to look up into his eyes.
God, the pleasure in his expression…
I rub myself harder. I groan louder. I feel too good to care.
With the next brush of my fingers, I'm there. My sex pulses as I come. It pulls him closer, takes him deeper.
It sends bliss to every bit of my body.
I feel good, relaxed, at peace.
But I still need him there too.
"Come inside me," I breathe.
He thrusts a little harder. His fingers dig into my skin. Then it's the nails.
Then he's shaking.
His teeth sink into his lip.