It was heaven, it was torture, it was everything he needed in that one moment when she closed in around him and his whole body started to shudder with the sensation. He started to push forward, thrusting further into her as he was allowed, suddenly lost at sea with her as his only anchor. He was groaning loud, breaths heavy, and it was as if he had just run a marathon with how quickly he was throwing himself into it.

Perhaps he was a bit scared they wouldn't let him come again, or maybe he was just so far gone he couldn't stop himself. Whatever the reason, all he could do was work himself toward climax with his head pressed back against the rack. This was it. He could feel it building, an increased desperation made all the more sweet by the times he had been denied before. He was so close.