Kiss me 2.1
Crushing.
When he explodes, it is with a hoarse, primal growl. He slams me against the cold glass of the window, my back, my buttocks pressed to the pane, and thrusts one last time, stealing my breath. The heat that pours into me is torrential, infinite. It triggers my own fall, an orgasm so violent and prolonged that my body is nothing but a taut arc, mute, shaken by silent convulsions.