He liked the way she moved with him, her hips matching his perfectly. Like his music, sex was something he was able to completely lose himself in. It was a nice reprieve from the often restlessness he battled with.
His hand moved from her thigh to slide up her side then cup her breast, his fingers teased her nipple. He moved his hips with long, deep thrusts, taking his time at first until the urgency began to build. His need demanded that he thrust harder and faster. He lifted up further to change the angle so that he touched her deeper inside, his pelvis rubbing against that pleasure spot he knew made a woman moan.