Steve hadn't planned on saying anything—his reply came through touch. One hand remained locked around her thigh, holding her steady, but the other slid upward with deliberate intent.
His fingers curved around the fullness of her breast, squeezing gently, feeling the warm weight of her flesh against his palm. Her skin was soft, almost feverish, and as he thrust his cock into her, the motion made her body ripple—her breast bouncing rhythmically with each rise and fall.
She was trembling around him, her breath caught in tiny gasps that broke each time he sank in deeper. His grip tightened.
He had been lifting her effortlessly at first, but now the strain in his arm was starting to burn, muscles tightening beneath the weight of her and the relentless pace he kept. Still, he didn't stop. He wanted to feel her like this—lifted, opened, taken.
