I tighten my grip and then plunge back into her all at once. She gasps and just as she gets accustomed to my size again, I slide my hand between us and circle my thumb over the apex of her thighs. Over her most sensitive bundle.
It’s like electric shocks moving through her with every stroke. Her back arches, muscles tighten, and it takes all of my strength to keep her down on the bed.
“Yes,” she whispers softly, as though she’s ashamed of wanting this. Of letting me know how good this feels.
I work my thumb faster over her, matching it with quick thrusts, and Courtney unravels.
Her breathing reaches a fever pitch and then her entire body goes rigid and still. She holds her position for one second, two, three, and then lets out a shuddering sob and collapses into the bed.
Tremors move
