Lena nearly fractured at the sound of his voice, but she found herself only rising higher and higher, the buildup to her orgasm boiling in her belly. She began rocking against him, gently moving on his hips as much as her position would allow. She needed more friction, more movement. She needed her release, desperately now.

"That's my good girl," Renz said. Lena continued rocking, her movements unskilled, untrained, but fully impassioned. She felt tension throughout every part of her body, coiling and tightening everything from her face to the muscles in her stomach to her toes.

Renz took her by surprise, and began meeting her desperate thrusts, rapidly burying...