I didn't give her a heartbeat to adjust. The system's sudden spike of unnatural fire surged through my veins, locking my fingers into the soft, yielding flesh of her hips like iron clamps, dimpling the sweat-slick skin until it bulged between my knuckles. One brutal snap of my pelvis and I buried myself to the hilt.
The wet, obscene crack of our bodies colliding exploded through the small room, sweat spraying in fine mist from the impact point.
Sherry's entire frame jolted hard beneath me, her short brunette hair whipping across the pillow like a dark lash, strands already plastering to the damp flush of her cheek.
The heavy, tear-drop weight of her breasts slammed upward with the force, skin rippling in liquid waves under the golden lamplight, nipples tight and dark as they caught the sheen of fresh sweat. They crashed back down in chaotic ripples, sending glistening droplets flying.
