Unrelenting

He waits in an armchair, pants undone; 
she climbs his lap, wearing only his open shirt.

She sinks onto him with a sigh; 
he slides deep inside her with a low groan. 

He holds her hips, controlling the movement—a slow grind, barely shifting, pace steady; 
she feels him deep inside, the small shifts tease, she grows wetter. 

He is unrelenting—movements almost imperceptible, tempo unchanging; 
she is coming undone, moment by moment.

Her first climax grips her; 
he is unrelenting—slow, subtle, shifting. 

She struggles, wanting speed, friction; 
he holds her hips tighter, not allowing. 

Her second climax builds, thighs quiver; 
he begins to sweat as she unravels again. 

He is unrelenting; 
she is shaking. 

He feels her spasm in unsteady aftershocks, building again. 

He is close now. 

Not as steady. 

Getting closer. 

She tightens around him a third time; 
he closes his eyes and relents, 
grinding hard and fast,
pulsing in waves,
mind a white hot blank,
joining her in ecstasy.