The faster and deeper his thrusts got, the louder her moans and whimpers became. Eventually even his name began to fall from her lips along with a few choice obscenities. Her small hands clutched at him, ass, back and hips. If he'd kept that up much longer, she would have been reduced into a puddle of goo beneath him, but then he stopped and slowed the movements of his hips, an action which made her whimper almost sadly, but she already knew exactly what he was doing. The longer they both kept this up without getting off, the more amazingly intense it would be in the end.
Each slow roll of his hips was met with a moan, Hope feeling her cheeks flush just a bit with self-consciousness at the fact that he was watching her. Her hands slid up his back to entangle fingers in his dark hair, scratching lightly at his scalp before moving around to touch his face, to stroke the line of his jaw, to dance across his lips. He was so handsome. Her momentary self-consciousness faded away and she allowed herself to simply give in to what she felt, eyes fluttering closed to savor each and every deep and satisfying stroke inside of her. Her own hips slowly rose up to meet his own and her entire body trembled as he hit that bundle of nerves deep inside her that sent sparks of electricity like pleasure coursing through her form.