Reno was all too happy to oblige that silent request, thrusting into her again and again. He leaned forward to kiss and lick and nip at her exposed neck, his hands tracing wandering patterns over her body whenever he wasn't using them for support. Everything about the motions carried a certain desperation--he wanted her, wanted to feel more of her.
He'd been with plenty of women in his life, but it had never felt anywhere near this good, this right, or this perfect. It was one thing to go through the motions and another to have his heart in it as much as he did at this moment. It was a lot better this way. He would reflect on that later; right now he was just caught up in the amazingness of the moment and the only coherent thought he could muster was that he didn't want it to end, but he knew it would far too soon, no matter how much he willed otherwise. He was dangerously close to the edge already.