>"Gonna move now"
The sensation is immediately overwhelming, and Peter rests his forehead on Carol’s shoulder as his body naturally guides him from there.
Carol moans into Peter’s ear, hooking her legs around his thighs. His thrusts are initially shallow and apprehensive, but easily pick up speed. Carol is vocal about how good it feels.
Between Carol practically cheering into his ear, her fingers pressing into his back, his heart pounding in his throat, and the level of pressure building behind his cock off the charts, Peter’s hips erratically, instinctually start to give short, powerful thrusts. His cock barely leaves Carol’s body before he is slamming back inside, and he’s trembling with effort to keep himself balanced.
Peter’s verbal build up to his ejaculation is nothing short of adorable. His labored breaths become high, airy whimpers. From there it morphs to little murmurs, barely audible until it really becomes urgent.
All of the pressure built in Peter’s body releases at once, leaving overwhelming pleasure in its wake. Peter wilts over Carol’s body when his muscles give up on him, panting harshly against her skin.
>“You did so well,”