She could feel the slap of his belly and balls, and he thrust, deeper and deeper, as if he were trying to bury himself into her as far as he could. She gripped the edge of the table to keep her balance, rocking back against him, spreading wider. His hands found the sway of her breasts, moving down to rub her aching little clit as he drove onward, upward, impaling her with every delicious inch of him. Annie wanted to turn around, to see his face, to sit on his lap and ride him, but she felt transfixed, completely lost and taken by his lust for her.

She moaned and rocked back on him, sinking his cock into her again and again. Her hand joined his between her legs and she rubbed with him until her clit was throbbing for release. He pressed his palm to her belly, using the leverage to meet her as she ground her hips against him, dancing back onto the steel rod of his cock. She forgot about the party going on in the other room. She forgot about everything but the white hot sensation between her legs.

Annie begged him for release, whispering his name again and again in the darkness. She whimpered when he slowed, his hand gripping her ass so hard she thought she might bruise. Then he pulled out, grabbing her and turning her over, to slip back up into her without any guidance or direction at all, his cock already knowing the way up into her tight, wet passage.

She wrapped her legs around him, biting at his shoulder as they rocked the table against the wall. He growled and nuzzled her breasts as she arched, making her body squirm against his. She didn’t want it to end, but they were breathless and panting, and neither of them could hold out any longer. They locked themselves together, both of them careening over a rocking, slick edge, arching and falling into the darkness of each other’s eyes as they came.