Hearing and feeling all of that was all the encouragement Bod needed to let himself go. The orgasm seemed to start rather mildly but it was only a smokescreen. It overwhelmed him at once, causing his strokes to go erratic and shallow.

He didn't know what his face looked like but he didn't care either. He knew he was making noises, mumbling words, and he knew he'd shut his eyes and was breathing harshly but he didn't know anything else.

He was coming hard and he could feel the tension going with it. Everything felt hot and intense and amazing right now and Bod had to suck in breaths while his orgasm subsided.