The tempo of his hips finally began to pick up at last; driven by wanton need, enthralled and intoxicated with just feeling how her body responded to his own, Rigs was drunk on her love without a doubt. He didn't mind that she could see him; that Jimmy saw his broken body that Mike tended to keep hidden. All that mattered was being with her, and drawing out as many sweet little sounds from his girl as he possibly could. With another softly muffled moan O'Hare reveled in every thrust, his breath and pulse both quickening too as that length of his claimed her core. She was his, and he was hers. In truth the man had earnestly never thought he'd belong to anyone...but with her Mike felt happy and whole.