God, those sounds she makes. Each one hits him a bit differently, sends different variations of pleasure singing through his nerves. His hands tighten on her as they begin to ascend together, learning one another's rhythm.

He sucks at her lower lip briefly, all he can manage of a kiss right now, and then she shifts on top of him in some strange way that turns her hips a bit, her inner muscles almost twisting around his cock.

"Fuck," he manages, a low growl against her mouth.