His hands held firmly onto my hips, pulling me against him, the friction increasing rapidly with each urgent thrust.
Then suddenly, he stopped. I held my breath, hoping it wasn’t over.
He moved me from the chair and sat down on it himself before guiding me onto his lap, facing away from him. The dance began again with a renewed vibrancy. I arched my back against him, reaching for the back of his head as I felt the climax approaching. I could hardly breathe as a violent wave of shivers hit me with the energy of a runaway train, leaving me unable to keep my legs on the floor. Moments before my own orgasm was over, he joined me.
His grip around my waist loosened and I rolled down his arm, hitting the floor with a gasping sigh of relief