Everything about her only served to turn Carson on more, every gasp and moan, every kiss, every flutter of her eyelashes. When she began to sweat he felt his pulse quicken in his ears, heat spiking through him as he realized how much he liked it. All at once, though, she was shoving him, pushing him up and back and down again, so that she was on top, seated on his throbbing length. It surprised him at first, but the initial rock of her hips had him swearing and shivering.<br/><br/>"Oh, f-fuck," he gasped, hands sliding down her body to grasp her hips. His rolled under her, thrusting up against her as she rocked, his body shivering faintly. Both of his hands grasped her hips and backside tight, pulling her down onto his thrusts by instinct, guiding her hips so that she slid deeper with each rock. "Malia!" he moaned, voice low and urgent, turning his head to pant against her ear. He had no idea what had changed, but every rock of her hips drew him closer and closer to the edge, an edge he had thought was still very far away. "Malia, my woman, my Malia," he panted, uttering her name again and again, toes curling as he fought to stave off his own climax.