"Good..." His whisper was hoarse, ragged really. He kissed her hard as he thrust, filling her and moaning at the slippery slide of her fingers. Stroking her, stroking him, dragging him closer.
He breathed more against her lips. "Good." Then there was, "God...", and, "Come..." He pressed his mouth to her throat, mouthing at her pulse, gasping almost desperately now as he moved. Close. Gods yes. So close...
Close...
He kissed and thrust and twisted his fingers through her hair, desperate to be in her and around her and everything for her. "I love you," he whimpered against her skin.