He was giving her everything, and still she begged for more. He huffed a breathless laugh against her throat. "All yours..." Her body arched against him and he filled her, wishing there was a way to get even deeper.
He couldn't get enough of her. Not when she begged like this, nails digging into his skin, breath ragged in his hair. Couldn't think of anything else. Not breathing or the damp drip of his hair, only the clench of her body and the taste of her skin. His mouth covered hers in a breathless, bruising kiss.
"Come for me," he begged, arm tightly around her. Thrusting deeper, suddenly glad for the shower-wank that prevented him from losing it right here and now, because there was no way he could hold back from her. Not like this, body arching to meet his, breast pressed into his palm, lips breathless under his. "Come."