He's propped up on one arm over her, his other hand catching at her hip and kneading it briefly, eyelids heavy with the sudden pull of desire between them.

There's nothing like this. Nothing better than this, or at least not that he can call to mind while he's inside her and she's looking up at him with those heated honey brown eyes. And there's nothing more fascinating or worthy of study to him, right now, than watching what her face does as he fucks her the way he's fantasized about.

His hips begin to grind against hers, in small and deliberate circles.