She began to move.
It was not a rushed, chaotic rhythm.
It was a deep, rolling motion, her hips tilting forward as she lifted herself up almost to his tip before sliding back down with a slow, heavy press that drove him straight into her core.
Every stroke was deliberate, every downward movement hitting the exact spot inside her that made her knees tremble.
Liam met her rhythm from below, lifting his hips to meet her downward thrusts, deepening the connection until the sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet bedroom.
"Ah... Liam," Elena gasped, her head falling back, her long throat exposed in the dim light. Her breasts bounced rhythmically with every stroke, the dark nipples hard and erect against the cool air.
Liam reached up, his palms cupping her full breasts, his thumbs gently flicking over the peaks as she rode him.
The sensation sent a jolt straight down to her core, making her inner muscles clamp down tightly around his shaft.
