Anna almost yelped as he pushed into her. She had expected it to be uncomfortable for a moment or two. Her back arched, she pushed up against him. And for a moment it felt like the world ebbed away. It intense feeling for a moment, and then she started to sink back into it. It felt good; she was tight and he was large, but it was a good kind of squeeze. He was giving her exactly what she needed right now and it felt good. It felt really good.
Wrapping her arms around him, Anna's fingers dug into his lower back. She arched beneath him, rocking until she managed to find some sort of synch in their movements; she pushed up when he pushed down, she clenched tight when he thrust in hard. Her head pressed into the pillow, already gasping and writhing beneath him. Anna pulled both legs up, pushing her heels into his ass for leverage. The rougher he was with her, the more she focused. Although it wasn't entirely enjoyment.
Anna jerked her head up a little, nipping at his lips and pulling him closer. She pressed her face against the crook of his neck, trying to get control of herself. "It's not a race, Crowley, slow down." It was less slow and more gentle she was looking for, but she also wasn't looking for a quickie right now. She wanted to be distracted, all night if he could manage it. Getting off immediately was (as far as she could tell) directly in opposition with that plan."