The word catches in her throat, and for a moment there is only the sound of their labored breathing and the wet slapping noise as their bodies come together once more. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as she gives herself up to the pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh God... Chris..."

Her moans fill the room, and her body arches off the couch as her orgasm crashes over her. She clings to you tightly, her nails digging into your skin as she comes undone in a messy shower of release. When at last her body goes limp, she collapses back against the couch with a sigh, spent and satisfied.

Her eyes search yours for some sign of what this means, but all she can see is the satisfaction etched into your features. "Oh God... Chris..."