And he's helpless to do anything but move, groans spilling from his mouth at every pulse, every thrust of his hips, every time she clenches around him. It's like pushing into a tight, wet vice, threatening to push him over the edge at any second but he's managing to hold himself back without even thinking about it.

It's good here, doing this. It's better than anything that's going on outside of this bedroom and he doesn't want it to be over.