She came again

She feels the pressure building again, impossibly fast, her body already oversensitive from the last release. But he doesn't let up—doesn't slow, doesn't stop, just keeps driving into her from above, his arms locked around her head, his weight pinning her to the mattress.

The second orgasm hits her like a wave, harder than the first. Her scream is muffled by the pillow as her body convulses, liquid gushing from her, soaking his cock, the sheets, everything. She trembles violently beneath him, her vision going white, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she rides it out, completely at his mercy.

When she finally comes back, she's limp, boneless, barely able to form words. A broken moan escapes her lips as she lies there, still trapped in his hold, still feeling him inside her.

"I can't—I can't move—"

Her voice is barely a whisper, hoarse and wrecked, a dazed, satisfied smile on her lips as she turns her head to look back at him.