She can't quite bite back a yelp when he thrusts to meet her, a hand reaching so quickly for the wrought iron that you can hear the slap of her skin and the creaking of the bed frame. She holds on, her face a mixture of pleasure and pain, and when he starts to ease in deeper she can feel a pricking burn in her eyes.

"I can't."

She can't take any more of him. She's already feeling stretched so tight it's hard to breathe. When he comes she's worried she isn't going to make it there with him; she knows he's close, and she's not quite there, and the deeper he pushes the farther she feels from that edge.

"I'm about t'split."

God, she wants him to get her there. She doesn't want to end the night tangled up in this torture. She frees her hand from his mess of sweaty hair and reaches down his arm, taking up his hand and bringing it back to her swollen clit.