He begins to move. Slow and gentle back and forth to begin, his hands pressed against my hips to prevent me moving. Then, after a while, he goes faster. Stronger. One of his hands goes before me and caresses me to the cadence of his strokes. My shoulders begin to tremble as I try to contain the orgasm that begins to boil inside me. His hand on my hip holds me strong enough to leave a bruise. The hand that caresses me stops and keeps me from moving. I orgasm and pulsate against his palm. His teeth nibble my neck. His mouth moves to my shoulder and he stifles a cry. His cock quivers in me, and he pushes one last time, strong enough to make me hit the wall with my front.