I picked up the pace a little, short hard strokes that made her tits bounce under me. One of my hands slid down between our bodies and found her clit, rubbing firm circles in time with my thrusts. Delilah's legs tightened around me. Her head tipped back against the pillow, mouth open.
"That's my girl," I murmured. "Take it. Let me feel you cum on my cock."
Her breathing turned ragged. The scratches on my back stung in the best way every time she dragged her nails across the same paths. I kept talking, low, filthy encouragement mixed with how good she felt, how tight she was getting, how I could already feel her starting to shake. Every word seemed to push her closer.
I shifted my weight, hooked one of her legs higher over my arm, and drove into her at a deeper angle. The new position made her cry out. Her hands flew back to my shoulders and held on hard, nails biting into the skin.
"Evan, fuck, I'm… I'm close… "
