Having every thrust met, feeling her straining against him easily as hard as he gave him the freedom to ride the pleasure without worry that it was too much or too soon. He shifted his hold to allow more movement, hands encouraging her down on him in several hard, twisting grinds.

He tipped his head, lips brushing her cheek and temple, wherever he could reach. He wasn't sure how long he would last. The slow build had both of them so near frantic that it was just a matter of wringing as much pleasure from the moment as possible with little thought of holding out or prolonging it.

"Am I going to need to pull out?" he asked breathlessly. Belatedly it occurred to him that there was one concern they couldn't afford to ignore, no matter how good everything felt right then.