His hands had more freedom to move and explore, since he was on his back. His hips could handle the rhythm and the pace. His hands drifted along her skin, fingers dancing over her arms, along her back, up and back down her spine, over and around, under her breasts, and slowly inching further down to her waist and beyond. His eyes closed, his back arched, his fingers toyed with her clit.
He opened his eyes to look up at her. She was a sight to see, beautiful both in her physical form, and in her brokenness.