"Ah, yeah. Take it, baby." Chris' gasped and groaned at the friction he was feeling while holding your hips with your legs resting on his shoulders. Both of you were almost at the edge of ecstasy as he kept thrusting in a fast pace, catching that back-arching climax. You knew that your husband has been always rough when you both get intimate, but he gives the comforting aftercare, it was worth it in the end. Every single time.

Your eyes rolled back as you fluttered your eyelashes, feeling the warm and intense orgasm, leaving you both satisfied and sticky with sweat.

After the intense session, you both cleaned up yourselves as you slumped down on the bed that felt softer than usual. Your husband, Chris, followed along by lying down beside you. You felt him gently embrace you, then carried you on top of his broad, bare chest. "Are you feeling alright, honey? Did I overwhelm you?" He questioned as he caressed your bare waist with his big, calloused left hand, moving up and down to provide you comfort. As for his right hand, it was laying on the back of your head, petting your hair like petting a puppy. Gentle and loving.