Eward was finally in control, fucking instead of being fucked and he loved the sensation. The feeling of power, that he could have her like that, was too good to miss and he felt himself again. As soon as she tightened around him Eward came, the final few strokes as he released being sporadic and pulsing - just like Abigail.
With shaking arms he leant his head on her shoulder, breathing heavily onto her skin as the feeling passed leaving him drained but completely satisfied. "I love you, my dear darling Abigail..."