He knew her body. He was its conductor, and the sounds of her moans, the musical score. “I love the shit out of you, ma,” Carter whispered in her ear. “Oh my God,” she screamed, animalistic as she threw it back at him, matching his gusto, taking his passion just the way he liked it. “I love you so much,” she whispered. “What are you doing to me?” She couldn’t silence herself. He was making her feel too good. He slow-stroked her from behind, the girth and length of him hitting the back of her, teasing her. Her back arched, deeply. Sweat pooled in the small of her toned back. Every time he rocked inside of her, he gave a mixture of pleasure and pain. It was so good that tears came to her eyes. She knew his rhythm and felt him pulsing inside of her. He was at his peak. After bringing her love down three times, he was ready for his pleasure. Suddenly he withdrew, disconnecting their bodies. The few seconds that it took for him to travel south of her navel were sweet torture, but when he placed his mouth on her, she gasped in utter ecstasy.
