Anne gave a soft 'oof' when he thrust inside her but rocked back against him with her eyes closed when he started to move.
With her knees on either side of his hips, she felt every thrust and was soon in a rhythm of her own. Opening her eyes, she looked down at him, her hair falling in ridiculously soft curls over her shoulders. Leaning over him, she placed a hand by his head and kissed him deeply, another moan escaping.