The changes in his tempo were wonderfully frustrating. It was unpredictable, his hands moving her hips to where they needed to be to receive him. There was no way to build a tempo, to time or move herself to achieve satisfaction...
But, this teasing... It only served to heighten her pleasure rather than to bring her to immediate release. Her skin was flushed beneath the bruises with the pleasureable sensations, and her eyes shone.
"Oh, God," she gasped softly as she was pulled down onto him. God, this was just what she needed...