She was a sight that would stay burned in House's memory. He smoothed his hand up her stomach and over her perfectly pert breast. His other remained where it was against the couch, keeping his balance. House didn't cease with the thrusts. He knew his thigh wasn't going to let him go on forever, he wanted to take as much advantage of the time he had in control as possible. And so he picked up the pace and vigour. He pushed in harder and faster.