Her mouth was desperate and needy on his, and he loved her for it. It was what he needed, confirmation that this wasn't all in his head.
As he moved inside her, his entire body was focused on her heat, on how she felt, the way she clenched around him, and when she cried out, he fucked her harder, as hard as he could, sliding a second finger inside her, feeling his cock rubbing against it from the inside, his other hand leaving bruises on her hip.
With each thrust, he could feel himself getting closer, and so he pulled back, slowed down, staying just inside her, while with his hand he continued to take her, the only other motion the involuntary surges of his cock pulling him forward as he struggled for control.