If George could have detached himself from the physical sensation of the act, he would have been perfectly content to just watch her astride him, the way she used every muscle of her body to set the rhythm, the way her face shifted into pleasure, the way she moaned.
But he wasn't detached, he felt every last inch as he watched himself sliding into her. He squeezed the hand he held and his other slid up to settle on her lower back, just letting it ride there, feeling the muscles under her skin as she moved.
"It's... Truth..." She maybe deserved a better response than that. but words were not the easiest thing at the moment.