Now Xanthippe was the one who was too far gone. She was gripping the sheets for dear life, and with the way her head was down her cheek rubbed against the bed on some thrusts, and she was making desperate, continuous keening noises. There was nothing in her world except the feel of his tight grip on her hips, his cock bottoming out inside her, his hips smacking against her ass over and over and over again. And the dirty thrill of it all, starting with her posture: head down, ass up.

She didn't really need the extra stimulation. The release was already on its way, but the first few seconds of him playing with her clit just sealed the deal. The sound she made as she tensed up was guttural. Then it dissolved into whimpers as she felt herself begin to pulse harshly around him, pleasure coursing through her veins and her ears filled with white noise for a second.