She's gripping him so tight he has to fight to pull up, because he wants to see properly. He doesn't get far, but it doesn't matter. Her legs spread and it's all he can do to stop himself hammering into her. He doesn't. He forces himself to slow to a gentle rocking so she can enjoy it, his heart hammering in his chest as he watches her lose control. He'd always imagined she'd be collected, or wild, depending on the fantasy. Not shaking and clinging to him, demanding closeness. He never expected that, and it's so much better this way.

A grin breaks over his face. Can't help it. It's breathless and tight, but he can't help it.