No

She came with a choked snarl, her muscles clamping down around him hard enough to make him curse. Adam didn't slow—just shifted his grip to her hair, dragging her upright against his chest. His free hand slid between her thighs, fingers circling her clit with rough, distracted strokes as he fucked her through the aftershocks. Susan's head lolled against his shoulder, her breath coming in ragged bursts.

"Turn around," he muttered, nipping at her earlobe. Susan twisted in his grip, her back hitting the mattress as Adam dragged her legs over his shoulders. The new angle punched the air from her lungs—deeper, sharper, the bedframe screeching in time with each thrust. Her heels dug into his shoulders as she swore through gritted teeth, her nails leaving red trails down his arms.

Adam's rhythm faltered when she hooked her ankles behind his back, pulling him flush against her. His groan was half frustration, half awe as she clenched around him deliberately. "Fuck—Susan—"

Susan braced her palms against Adam's chest, her thighs trembling as she lifted herself just enough to feel the tip of him pressing against her entrance—then dropped her full weight onto him with a wet, ragged gasp. The stretch burned in the best way, her body yielding inch by brutal inch until she could feel the outline of him bulging obscenely beneath her skin.

Adam's hands flew to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he groaned through clenched teeth. "Fuck—Susan—"

She grinned down at him, sweat beading along her collarbone as she rolled her hips experimentally. The movement sent a visible ripple through her abdomen, the outline of his cock pressing against her stomach like something out of a fever dream. Adam's breath hitched, his grip tightening as she rose up again—then slammed back down, her stomach distending with the force of it.

"See that?" Susan panted, dragging his hand to the taut swell of her belly where he pulsed inside her. Adam's thumb brushed the raised outline, his pupils blown wide. "Jesus Christ."

She rode him with reckless abandon, each downward thrust forcing another choked noise from his throat. The bunk shuddered beneath them, its bolts groaning in protest as Susan's movements grew more erratic. Adam's hips jerked upward to meet her, his cock driving so deep she could feel it in her throat—or maybe that was just the way her vision whited out at the edges.

Adam's body arched off the mattress like a snapped cable, his hips jerking erratically as Susan milked him with relentless rolls of her pelvis. His fingers dug into her thighs hard enough to leave crescent-shaped bruises, his groan a raw, shattered thing in the humid air between them.

Susan grinned down at him, sweat-slick hair sticking to her temples as she ground down one last time, wringing a shuddering gasp from his overstimulated body.