Cynthia twitched and dilated against his lips, riding out her orgasm on his tongue. Tracy let out a deep, almost primal growl as he grabbed her hips and brought her to grind down hard against his mouth, his fingers digging into her skin as he drank every bit of her that he could. She tasted sweet and Tracy found himself pressing a few well-placed kisses and licks even after she'd ridden out her orgasm. Cynthia's fingers made a descent to brush his hair away from his eyes and he finally dropped his head back down onto the mattress, keeping her stare as she moved down. The way she slid down his body made him twitch and she seemed more than happy to accommodate, taking him between her legs. He pushed his hips up to meet hers, trying desperately to get closer to that delicious, wet heat. She knew exactly how to work him.<br/><br/>"I think I like it when you make breakfast," Cynthia mused as she laid down fully against him.<br/><br/>Tracy's hands ran up and down her back, relishing in the lack of clothing that separated his chest from hers. "I've got better things to eat," he quipped, his hands moving suddenly to grab her butt. She dipped her head down in response, dragging her teeth along his shoulder. Tracy closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, then returned his gaze to meet Cynthia's and watched as she opened herself up to him. His breath caught - she was so hot and<span style="font-style: italic">wet</span>. Tracy grabbed her breasts, toying with her nipples as she slid up and down on him, taking him into her and building him up, and up, and up...<br/><br/>In one moment, it was like Cynthia obliterated some sort of levee inside him and Tracy felt the more familiar crescendo of orgasm spill hot over his skin until it was bolstered and dwarfed and<span style="font-style: italic">consumed</span>by a much larger sensation. A string of curses escaped Tracy's lips as he held her hips down tightly against his own, throbbing inside of Cynthia as he started to come down. Most of his thoughts were incoherent, but still,<span style="font-style: italic">still</span>Tracy maintained the presence of mind to collide with Cynthia's chest, pressing erratic kisses between her breasts and along her collar bone.