The way she tilted her hips, the sound of her gasp, even through the haze of moans and sensations that were filling him he didn't miss that, making sure to hit the same angle again - and again - the tension coiling in his groin increasing with each thrust.
Her fingers were digging into his skin but he couldn't care less, just that he didn't care that his knuckles were going white with the way he fisted the sheet. He wanted her to come around him, to have it all, and so he held back his own desire for pleasure, making sure to hit the very spot needed, and prepared to back up far enough to slip his hand between them should he need it.