...efore him, back arched over the footstool, head hanging back and toes curling into the heavy pile of the carpet, Freddie began to increase the speed and depth of his thrusts. As he did, Sam reached one of her hands over her belly and began to rub her clit, moaning even more loudly as she did.
Sweat was beading on his chest and beginning to run down his forehead and over his face as Freddie kept his pace. He could feel his climax building inside him, threatening to break loose with each thrust; judging from the tension he felt in her body and the sound of her moans, Freddie thought that Sam must be very close too. He enjoyed it best when they both came together, so he tried to hold of coming until Sam was ready too as he continued to push into her.
"Sam… Oh, shit, Sam… I'm gonna come!" Freddie managed to grunt.
"Fuck, Freddie… Mmm…" Sam moaned in response, gripping his arm tightly and beginning to rock forward to meet his thrusts.
Freddie felt Sam tighten around him, finally pushing him past his climax. Freddie grunted and called out Sam's name as his orgasm hit him, making his toes curl and his entire body tingle; he continued to thrust into...