Wes had expected her to stop, after all, that kitchen floor had to be rather unforgiving. But she hadn't, and he'd given a louder gasp of surprise when she'd gone back to fucking him with her mouth. Oh god, he wouldn't be able to hold back now. He struggled for breath, his fingers fisting in her hair. There was nowhere to go, he was already backed against the kitchen counter. Lilah's determined assault overwhelmed him and he felt himself starting to unravel, to lose control. He screwed his eyes shut, his head tilting backwards and his lips parting in a series of moans which grew into a harsh full throated cry as he came in her mouth, with enough force that his legs almost buckled out from under him.