The Climax

Michael grins, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Oh, I'm just getting started," he growls, his fingers increasing their pace.

He slides a third finger inside her, stretching her, his thumb still working her clit. His fingers plunge in and out of her, a wet, rhythmic sound filling the room as he finger fucks her harder and faster.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Laura cries, her body tensing as the pleasure builds inside her.

Michael continued to tease and torment Laura's sensitive flesh, her moans growing louder and more insistent with every stroke. Her body writhed and twisted on the bed, her fingers gripping his shoulders, trying to pull him closer.

With a final, hard thrust of his fingers, Laura's orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave. She arched her back, her head thrown back as she screamed out her release.

Michael withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers.

He licked her juices from his fingers, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Delicious," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Laura's breath was still coming in ragged gasps, her body tingling with the aftermath of her orgasm. But she wasn't done yet. She wanted to feel Michael inside her, to feel his hard length filling her to the hilt.

"I need you," she panted, her voice hoarse with need. "Please."

Michael leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss. His tongue slid between her lips, seeking hers in a fierce, hungry dance. His hands roamed her body, his fingers finding her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks.

Laura moaned into his mouth, her body alive with desire. She pulled him closer, her legs wrapping around his hips, her core throbbing against his hardness.

Michael broke away from the kiss, his eyes smoldering with passion. "Tell me you want me," he demanded, his voice low and insistent.

I want you," Laura breathed, her voice hoarse with need. "I want all of you. Please, Michael."

Michael's mouth claimed hers again, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. With a sudden, hard thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely.

Laura gasped, her body arching up to meet his. "Oh god, yes," she cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders as he started to move, slowly at first, then faster and harder with every stroke.

Michael's thrusts became faster and more urgent, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he plunged into her again and again.

Laura matched his pace, her body rocking against his, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her moans filled the room, her cries of pleasure mingling with the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other.

Michael's breathing grew labored, his thrusts becoming harder and more frantic. He was close, so close, and he knew Laura was, too.

"I'm gonna come," Michael growled, his muscles tensing as he drove into her one last time.

"Oh god, yes!" Laura screamed, her body convulsing as she was swept away in the throes of her orgasm.

Michael followed, his body shuddering as he spilled himself deep inside her. They collapsed together on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts still racing.

For several long minutes, neither of them moved, their breathing the only sound in the room. Finally, Michael broke the silence, his voice soft and husky.

"That was..." he began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words.

"Amazing," Laura finished for him, a smile playing on her lips.

Michael returned her smile, his eyes tender as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "It was more than amazing," he murmured, his voice full of emotion.

Laura's smile widened, her heart swelling with love for the man lying next to her. She never wanted this moment to end, this perfect moment in Paris with Michael by her side.

Laura's moment of bliss was interrupted by a sudden wave of guilt. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. She had to know.

"Michael," she began, her voice soft and hesitant. "What about your wife?"

Michael stiffened beside her, his expression growing guarded. "What about her?" he asked, his voice tight.

Laura swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "Do you love her?" she whispered, her eyes fixed on his face.

Michael's expression hardened, his eyes darkening with pain. "It's not that simple," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "My wife...she's been unfaithful. And not just once, but repeatedly. She's put our child through hell with her behavior."

Laura felt her heart break at his words. She'd been so caught up in her own desires that she'd never considered the possibility that his marriage was anything less than perfect.

"Oh god, Michael," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that."

"I know," Michael replied, his voice heavy with the weight of his words. "But it's not just me who's been hurt by her behavior. Our son deserves better."

Laura's heart ached for Michael and his son, the pain of their situation palpable. She wanted to take away their pain, to make everything better.

"You do deserve better," she murmured, her voice low and intense. "And I want to show you how much better things can be."

With those words, she climbed on top of Michael, straddling his hips and gazing down into his eyes.

With a determined look in her eyes, Laura slowly lowered herself onto Michael's shaft, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance. She began to move in a sensuous, undulating rhythm, grinding against him, her hips circling and rocking in a maddeningly slow pace.

Michael groaned, his hands gripping her hips, urging her on. "Yes, Laura, just like that," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

Laura let out a moan, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

The pace quickened, their bodies moving together in a frenzied rhythm, their moans and cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls.

Laura leaned forward, her breasts pressed against Michael's chest as she rode him with abandon. His hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust up into her, his body trembling with pleasure.

Laura gasped, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she rode him, faster and harder, the pleasure building within her until she could barely contain it.

Suddenly, Michael flipped her over, pinning her beneath him as he plunged into her again and again.

"Oh god, yes!" Laura screamed, her nails digging into his back as he thrust into her with increasing speed and force.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their breath coming in hot, ragged gasps as they climbed ever closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

"Laura, I'm...I'm gonna..." Michael gasped, his words trailing off as he buried himself deep inside her.

With a final, earth-shattering thrust, they both exploded in a mind-bending climax, their bodies convulsing together as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through them.

Laura's body collapsed beneath Michael, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She felt the sweat beading on their bodies, a tangible reminder of their fiery passion.

As the aftershocks of their orgasm subsided, Michael rolled off of her, his arm coming to rest around her waist.

Michael grins, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Oh, I'm just getting started," he growls, his fingers increasing their pace.

He slides a third finger inside her, stretching her, his thumb still working her clit. His fingers plunge in and out of her, a wet, rhythmic sound filling the room as he finger fucks her harder and faster.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Laura cries, her body tensing as the pleasure builds inside her.

Michael continued to tease and torment Laura's sensitive flesh, her moans growing louder and more insistent with every stroke. Her body writhed and twisted on the bed, her fingers gripping his shoulders, trying to pull him closer.

With a final, hard thrust of his fingers, Laura's orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave. She arched her back, her head thrown back as she screamed out her release.

Michael withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers.

He licked her juices from his fingers, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Delicious," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Laura's breath was still coming in ragged gasps, her body tingling with the aftermath of her orgasm. But she wasn't done yet. She wanted to feel Michael inside her, to feel his hard length filling her to the hilt.

"I need you," she panted, her voice hoarse with need. "Please."

Michael leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss. His tongue slid between her lips, seeking hers in a fierce, hungry dance. His hands roamed her body, his fingers finding her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks.

Laura moaned into his mouth, her body alive with desire. She pulled him closer, her legs wrapping around his hips, her core throbbing against his hardness.

Michael broke away from the kiss, his eyes smoldering with passion. "Tell me you want me," he demanded, his voice low and insistent.

I want you," Laura breathed, her voice hoarse with need. "I want all of you. Please, Michael."

Michael's mouth claimed hers again, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. With a sudden, hard thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely.

Laura gasped, her body arching up to meet his. "Oh god, yes," she cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders as he started to move, slowly at first, then faster and harder with every stroke.

Michael's thrusts became faster and more urgent, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he plunged into her again and again.

Laura matched his pace, her body rocking against his, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her moans filled the room, her cries of pleasure mingling with the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other.

Michael's breathing grew labored, his thrusts becoming harder and more frantic. He was close, so close, and he knew Laura was, too.

"I'm gonna come," Michael growled, his muscles tensing as he drove into her one last time.

"Oh god, yes!" Laura screamed, her body convulsing as she was swept away in the throes of her orgasm.

Michael followed, his body shuddering as he spilled himself deep inside her. They collapsed together on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts still racing.

For several long minutes, neither of them moved, their breathing the only sound in the room. Finally, Michael broke the silence, his voice soft and husky.

"That was..." he began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words.

"Amazing," Laura finished for him, a smile playing on her lips.

Michael returned her smile, his eyes tender as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "It was more than amazing," he murmured, his voice full of emotion.

Laura's smile widened, her heart swelling with love for the man lying next to her. She never wanted this moment to end, this perfect moment in Paris with Michael by her side.

Laura's moment of bliss was interrupted by a sudden wave of guilt. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. She had to know.

"Michael," she began, her voice soft and hesitant. "What about your wife?"

Michael stiffened beside her, his expression growing guarded. "What about her?" he asked, his voice tight.

Laura swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "Do you love her?" she whispered, her eyes fixed on his face.

Michael's expression hardened, his eyes darkening with pain. "It's not that simple," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "My wife...she's been unfaithful. And not just once, but repeatedly. She's put our child through hell with her behavior."

Laura felt her heart break at his words. She'd been so caught up in her own desires that she'd never considered the possibility that his marriage was anything less than perfect.

"Oh god, Michael," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that."

"I know," Michael replied, his voice heavy with the weight of his words. "But it's not just me who's been hurt by her behavior. Our son deserves better."

Laura's heart ached for Michael and his son, the pain of their situation palpable. She wanted to take away their pain, to make everything better.

"You do deserve better," she murmured, her voice low and intense. "And I want to show you how much better things can be."

With those words, she climbed on top of Michael, straddling his hips and gazing down into his eyes.

With a determined look in her eyes, Laura slowly lowered herself onto Michael's shaft, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance. She began to move in a sensuous, undulating rhythm, grinding against him, her hips circling and rocking in a maddeningly slow pace.

Michael groaned, his hands gripping her hips, urging her on. "Yes, Laura, just like that," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

Laura let out a moan, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

The pace quickened, their bodies moving together in a frenzied rhythm, their moans and cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls.

Laura leaned forward, her breasts pressed against Michael's chest as she rode him with abandon. His hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust up into her, his body trembling with pleasure.

Laura gasped, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she rode him, faster and harder, the pleasure building within her until she could barely contain it.

Suddenly, Michael flipped her over, pinning her beneath him as he plunged into her again and again.

"Oh god, yes!" Laura screamed, her nails digging into his back as he thrust into her with increasing speed and force.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their breath coming in hot, ragged gasps as they climbed ever closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

"Laura, I'm...I'm gonna..." Michael gasped, his words trailing off as he buried himself deep inside her.

With a final, earth-shattering thrust, they both exploded in a mind-bending climax, their bodies convulsing together as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through them.

Laura's body collapsed beneath Michael, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She felt the sweat beading on their bodies, a tangible reminder of their fiery passion.

As the aftershocks of their orgasm subsided, Michael rolled off of her, his arm coming to rest around her waist.