Just One Week

Claire's POV

With my hands moving on Don’s chest and his firm hand on my waist, his right hand precisely gripping my butt, I rode him like my life depended on it. My bosom heaved up and down in harmony with my see saw like movements.

We. were. settling. our. score.

I felt my tummy knot. I was close. With his ragged breaths, and from the way he moaned underneath me, I knew Don was nearing his climax too. I increased my pace and in no time, I let loose and flowed, my spasms threatening to tear me apart, as I came, shattering into a million tiny pieces.

From beneath me, Don’s thrusts hit my fragile walls in quick successive strokes and in minutes, he too came, spurts and spurts of thick liquid squirting right inside of me, till he was spent.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my body pulsating from our riveting, almost simultaneous orgasm. My legs wobbled and felt like jelly. I didn’t get off immediately. I enjoyed the feeling of him inside of me. Our labored breathing filled th