The praise tips me over the edge.
I shatter all over again, harder this time, nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood as I scream his name against his mouth.
My p***y milks him, clenching rhythmically, and he follows right after with a guttural groan, slamming in to the hilt and coming so deep I feel every hot pulse painting my insides.
We stay there, trembling, sweat-slick and gasping.
His c**k is still buried inside me, softening slowly. My legs are locked around his waist, shaking.
The cold glass presses against my back and his burning body presses against my front and I feel suspended between extremes, between ice and fire, between this man and the rest of the world.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. His forehead is pressed against mine, his breath warm on my f
