Smug pleasure ran along his spine, that before anything else won him over. Twice. Twice he had managed, and he was nearly determined to do so later; but for now, he had himself to take care of. Even a Master deserved his own art, on occasion.
Letting her arch and shudder, her muscles such a long lean sinew of beauty as they clenched beneath him; his dark eyes took in the form, the way her breath seemed to be caught in her pale throat, and yet her breasts seemed to still find themselves rising and falling with a different action. Her flat stomach was sucked in, concaved as she pushed her hips up and held on to the precious air deep in her lungs.
Slipping the hand on her thigh up and down the smooth skin he pulled the leg higher, nearly parallel with the lean line of his side his body moved and pushed against her, inside of her, taking his time; determined to reach his own release on his own time. He would enjoy her fall as he reached his peak.