Somehow that fact gave him a little hope, knowing that she expected this to happen as much as he did.
"I like all sorts of things." He moved so his cock nudged against her warmth. "Like fucking you here." Using his hand he directed it just a little lower. "Or here." And then he kissed her, his hand possessive on her thigh. "And here." Fuck, he loved her. Really, he was a bit consumed by her, which was wrong probably, but he couldn't help it. There was no one who would make his blood heat like hers did, no one that understood his needs.
She was so wet his cock just slid over her almost effortlessly, and he reached down with his hand to rub her clit even as his cock ached to be buried inside her.
After a moment, he pulled back and looked at her, lips curved up at the corners. "Turn over."