In Atticus' mind, there'd never be a lack of passion or love in this relationship, they'd had it building for many, many years after all. He loved her, and having finally admitted it in the last year, had found that he couldn't possibly love anyone more than her.
Staring at her, he grinned and watched her move up and down along his shaft. He groaned, noting the moans she was feeling and he pulled his hand out of her hair, "Mmmm... goodness I love you. Get that dress off Fio."