"You keep at it, you're not going to have any trouble," he said through gritted teeth, the muscles in his belly contracting, his hips rocking instinctively as his cock leaked steadily in her grip.

Unusually clumsy, he reached up to squeeze at one of her breasts, his calloused thumb brushing over the tight bud of her nipple.

His pleasure had built to something mindless and unfamiliar, and when he came, it seemed to go on and on, milked from him in a similar way to the feedback loop of their shared orgasms. He cried out roughly, and while he wasn't prepared for her methods, he was a lot less tense than when he'd walked in through the door.