Yes...harder...and faster...and faster and harder. He wasn't even really thinking anymore, letting his body take over as her words echoed against the tiles walls. She moved with him instead of simply letting him do all the work. She moved to make her own pleasure and to enhance his and it felt so good that he was consumed.
Her lips electrified his skin and he made his own sounds of desire and need, such intense need to drive forward to climax. As one hand continued to serve as a barrier between her back and the unyielding wall, the other slid up to tangle in her hair. Fingers curled in dripping tresses and gently squeezed into a fist.
His heart raced and his breath hitched. His muscles were slowly tensing into anxious anticipation of when she would come and he could allow himself to do the same. It didn't have to last forever to feel fucking amazing and they had the entire evening in each others company.