George made a few grunts and groans as he picked up the pace, trying to get himself as far into her as he could, as much for her pleasure as his. He couldn't get close enough to her, couldn't get enough of his skin in contact with hers. He was starting to sweat with the effort, but that didn't stop him, it only seemed to make him want to keep going more.
He said her name in a low voice in her ear a few times as his hand tightened on the sheets under it, and the other clamped on her hip. He pressed his chest into hers to maintain as much contact as he could while continuing to thrust vigorously, not ever wanting to stop or for this to end.