The sounds were softer. Not the brutal, hip-driven PAH PAH PAAH of his thrusts. The gentle, rhythmic, 'I-am-riding-you' sounds of a woman in control of the pace. Each descent produced a soft, wet pah as her ass met his hips. Each ascent produced a soft, wet schlick as his cock withdrew.
"Ah—!!♡!! Ah—!!♡!! Ah—!!♡!!" Bella's moans were rhythmic. Matching her pace. Each descent, a moan. Each ascent, a breath. The pattern. The music of a woman riding her husband.
'He's inside me again,' Bella thought. Her silver eyes were closed. Her mouth was open. Her cat-kin ears were flat but twitching with each sensation. 'He's inside me and I'm on top and I can control it. I can control the depth. I can control the speed. I can—'
His hips thrust upward.
"AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!!"
The thrust, unexpected, drove his cock to full depth. Nine inches. The head hit her cervix. Her body, unprepared for the depth, convulsed. Her legs went weak. Her rhythm broke.
