She loved it.
Beau tilted her hips and she felt him stretching her in another way, felt the hard ridge of his cock rubbing against a spot deep up inside her, and his groin and abdomen grinding a spot outside of her, and everything was suddenly much much better , incredible as it seemed. He pounded into her, long and strong and relentless, his breath coming in short sharp gasps. Every movement was more pleasurable than the last.
'Oh hell Cassie, you're so wet and tight,” Beau muttered against her, never slackening the hard, even pace of his thrusts. “Come. Please come, I need to feel you.'
Come where? she thought dazedly, until some far-flung rational part of her mind said Oh, he means have an orgasm. No sooner had she thought it than the fringes of her mind began to melt and blur and her body began to tremble.
She couldn't bear it. Stop. Don't stop. Cassandra arched back against the blue glass tube and closed her eyes and thrashed her head back and forth. This wasn't like the orgasms she'd had before, from her fingers, centered on her clitoris. This was everywhere, burning every inch of her skin and swelling through her whole body and mind. She dug her nails even deeper into Beau's flesh and felt her body slamming into orbit, out of control, faster, too fast.
She screamed. Her body convulsed around him.
Beau roared and thrust into her one last time, powerfully enough to drive her hips hard against the tube.
The tube shuddered and Beau jerked inside her. She felt a jet of heat and saw him grimace with pleasure.
He held her there, pinned against the glass wall, for several moments while they both just breathed.
