He hisses at the sudden feel of her nails in his skin but it's good, he likes it. His head rests on his shoulder and that's good too because it gives him a way to ground himself on her, just focus on the taste of sweat on her skin and the way she sounds whe he bites, just. Like. So.

But then he's not thinking of anything at all because she's coming underneath him and he just closes his eyes and rides it out with her, never stopping, never slowing, letting her have it all. His teeth fasten in her neck when her head rolls back and he groans, fingers curling in the sheets until his knuckles are white, keeping the momentum going because he doesn't think he could stop now anyway, nothing in the world matters but this and how good she feels around him.