Even with muscles shaking, she rides him smoothly, muscles tightening around him as he thrusts, then gliding over him as she rises. One hand resting on his chest, lifting a bit to look at him, eyes wide and dark. Little spasms through her, around him. Feeling what he's feeling, how it would be to be sheathed inside someone makes her moans louder.

She's trembling on the edge, muscles clenching him harder as she rides, rocking her hips on each descent, to brush her clit against his pubic bone, setting off fireworks along her nerves. Her fingers curl, nails biting into his chest, as she cries out, flying over the crest, as her orgasm starts to shoot through her.