George fumbled for her hand and brought it between them without finesse, craving more touch, more rub, more friction. "Now," he echoed, thumb and forefinger gripping his cock as he thrust, deeper, harder, deeper oh fuck inside her. His breath burned in his throat, every exhale a soft grunt of effort, and sweat dripped from the ends of his hair...
"Come," he managed. "God. Now..." His fingers clutched at her hipbones as he drove into her, closer and closer and nearly oh god there, then he stilled, falling into her with a hoarse, strained cry.