George wasn't sure when his body had started to move again, deeper thrusts but slower now, as every squeeze and spasm of her body dragged him deeper, drew another helpless moan from him. He couldn't stop; he was defenseless against the pull of her hands and the feel of her body.
One hand gripped the covers at her shoulder and his head fell forward, vaguely aware of her nails in his skin. A breath. Another soft, helpless sound. George pressed deeper into her while he still could, settling into her, onto her, braced with knees and elbows and crushing his mouth to hers, taking and giving and demanding and tasting, breathless but still kissing her anyway.
The ache inside him began to fade, but he found himself still unable to let her go.