The position shifted abruptly, driven by Mike's need to see her face unravel in full view. He grabbed Maya by the hips and flipped her onto all fours, forcing her chest down against the mattress while her ass was thrust high into the air.
The change in angle was devastating; without the support of his body beneath her, Mike could drive deeper than ever before, each stroke feeling as if he were reaching up to touch her very soul.
Maya's arms trembled as she braced herself, one hand white-knuckled around the phone, still pressed to her ear. The vulnerability of the position being bent over, exposed, and utterly dominated sent fresh waves of arousal crashing through her.
"So... hahh... yeah, Marc," Maya managed to pant into the receiver, her voice thick with suppressed lust. "That sounds... nnnngh... really good."
"A getaway sounds... ahhh... perfect."
