Time lost meaning in the haze of their rutting.
An hour passed in a blur of positions and pleas; she flipped him onto his back again, straddling him face-to-face in the classic cowgirl, her breasts bouncing wildly as she impaled herself, grinding her clit against his pubic bone.
Her hair curtained them, strands sticking to damp skin, and she leaned down to capture his mouth in a devouring kiss, tongues tangling like swords in a duel.
He sucked on her lower lip, tasting the salt of her exertion, while his hands kneaded her ass, spreading her cheeks to feel the stretch of her around him.
"More," she demanded against his lips, nipping his jaw.
"Fuck your grandmother."
And he did, rising to meet her with upward bucks that jolted her body, her walls fluttering in aftershocks of her first release.
She came again midway through, this one quieter but deeper, a shuddering quake that left her sobbing his name, collapsing onto his chest as he held her through it.
Yet still, he burned.
