The first orgasm built slowly, a crescendo that seemed to come from her very core. When it finally hit, it was intense but not frantic, deep but not desperate.
Silas felt her inner walls clench around him, felt her body convulsing with pleasure, and he continued his movements, working her through every second of the orgasm.
He was close to his own release, but he held back, wanting to extend this moment of connection.
When her orgasm finally faded, Eve was breathing hard, her eyes still locked on his.
"Again?" she asked softly.
"Again," Silas confirmed.
He shifted their position, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him.
From this position, Eve had some control, she could set the pace, could choose the depth, could guide their connection.
She positioned herself carefully, straddling him, and sank down slowly onto his length with a soft groan.
