He groans out louder when she comes, her muscles tensing tighter around him, but what truly pushes him much closer to his edge is what she says - what she asks him, or orders him to do, he can't even begin to figure out, or care for that matter.

Thoughtlessly, he just does as she asks, his hand fisting her hair as he lifts his weight a little more onto his knees, pushing her weight forward in the process as he thrusts harder into her, burying his cock deep inside her with each quicker roll of his hips.

The near lack of control is as new as before, as exciting and terrifying, making him feel like he's just unleashed the reins entirely, and leaving him all too aware of what might happen.

But God, he doesn't care. She's hot and wet and clenching around him, her body's tensing and arching, trembling through her orgasm even as he keeps pushing deep into her, fucking her through her climax and not stopping even then - not stopping until he reaches his own too, practically crying out as he comes inside her.