Quinlan felt it too; the impossible tightness, the way her body fluttered around him like. His breath turned ragged as he pushed harder, faster, his hold possessive, demanding, utterly claiming.
"Let's go together," he growled, tugging on her hair and rolling her nipple between his fingers.
Blossom's body shattered around him, her cry sharp and euphoric as her grand orgasm rushed over her, shaking her to the core. It was the greatest she'd ever experienced, releasing a bucketful of her lady juices onto the rooftop. She felt herself fall apart utterly and helplessly, her body constantly trembling in his touch.
And as if her pleasure were the key, Quinlan followed, gripping her tighter as his own release came, his groan vibrating deep into her neck as he pressed his lips there.
Together, they rode the wave of extreme bliss, her whimpers mingling with his ragged breaths as their bodies slowly, reluctantly, came down from the high.
