Yes. Her hand tightened more and the pain was perfect, and the next thing he knew she was tensing above him, crying out and grabbing onto his shoulder. He felt so ecstatically proud to have done his job well, and he slowed his movements to a stop so that she wouldn't be painfully overstimulated.
He finally opened his eyes and looked up at her through his steamed-up glasses, as if seeking some sort of approval or admonisment or whatever she chose to give him. At that moment, he was hers, and he would do anything for her.