Carson groaned when he felt her come around him, burying himself to the base as she throbbed and squeezed around him. "Fuck, Malia," he moaned, his tone low and desperate. He let her jaw go and sat up behind her, gasping as she kept on moving, and both hands grasped her hips tight, pulling her back again and again on his length. He was close, but thanks to her efforts before he could last longer, do more to please her now. Even as her orgasm took her he began to thrust harder, deeper, faster. His voice rose in a heavy, deep pattern of moans and gasps, her name spilling out of his mouth again and again, and she felt his length throb and swell within her, growing harder and longer the closer he came to climax.<br/><br/>It didn't take much longer, though, for him to pull her back hard against himself, curling over her as his voice caught in his throat. He didn't even try to withdraw this time, and a ragged moan burst from his throat as his seed spilled deep within her. His hips rocked a few more times, more out of reflex than intent, and he sagged slowly over her, his hands smoothing up her back as his chest heaved. "Oh, fuck," he panted, breath hot across her back. "Fuck, Malia, my love...." His hands kept moving, smoothing up and down her back, squeezing and rubbing and massaging as he eased himself out of her. A moment later he left off to lay down next to her, still catching his breath as he looked over at her. "That was amazing," he murmured, his eyes half-closed. "It never stops getting better with you."