Every time she sank down onto him the satisfied lust of it made him want to kiss her more, but he couldn't because to lunge forward and pull her in for a kiss was to risk the glorious, divine angle she was using. There was only one thing that stopped him abandoning himself to the feeling entirely and that was the urge to build on the little jolt of pride he'd got when she asked for more. "More? Fuck, anything you want," his voice was half drowned in pleasure. Keeping one hand playing with her breast, squeezing and massaging and memorising how sexy she felt, he dropped his other hand so he could play with her clit, too, as she fucked him.