He could tell it had been awhile for her. Not for inexperience, but because dear god was she tight and holy hell did it feel amazing. When she took him all the way in, it was hard to keep himself quiet, and for a second, he failed, letting a quick noise escape. But it was buried by the crash of the waves behind them, before anyone in any kind of vicinity could hear them.
The roll of her hips was met with an approving breath from David, and he swallowed thickly, humming out a verbal approval. Or as much of one as he could at this point. Yeah. Yeah, this was good.
When they found a tempo, David placed his hands square on Ellie's hips, guiding her; helping her to keep it. Not that he didn't think she could on her own—god, could she ever—but he wanted to touch her.
His mouth hung open as he glanced down to the pool of skirt over where their hips met, then back up to meet her eye. “Elle,” somewhere in his mind, the i was lost, “y-you feel so good...” he whispered to her in a breathy voice.
She tipped her head back and he kissed her neck appreciatively, teeth lightly nipping at the skin before he reached one hand up to turn her head back toward him, her chin beneath his thumb and forefinger, and take her lips with his again.