"Ugh... Mmmmm… E…Eric." Delia moaned as she grabbed a fistful of his hair, pushing him closer to her center, her legs trembling, her breath coming out in an uneven gasps. She was getting close. So close that she could feel it.
But with a surprising force that was born from the pure passion of her action, Eric lifted her down from the vanity table. He gently turned her around and bent her forward so that she was leaning over the smooth, wooden surface, her hands gripping the sides for support. Her legs were still trembling from the intense pleasure she had just received, a weakness she had never known before.
Eric stood behind her, his own breathing heavy and ragged. He untied the belt of his silk robe, letting it fall open. He then lifted the hem of her simple nightgown up to her waist. As he slowly, deliberately, inserted himself inside her from behind, a sharp, surprised gasp escaped her lips. She looked up and saw their reflection in the large, ornate mirror in front of them.
