EMMA’s POV :

“Oh, Ian!” I screamed.

Ian pounded himself deeper into me as I rode through another orgasm. A sheen of sweat trickled down my glistening body as I collapsed on top of him, panting from the experience. I was exhausted, but Ian wasn’t finished with me yet. He kept thrusting into me, driving my orgasm further and his closer. I could tell he was close, so I started grinding my hips in time with his thrusts. His perfectly sculpted body glistened and stiffened ...