The sharp bite of pain that came from her nails digging into his back heightened all of the sensations that he was already feeling. It wasn't unwelcome, no, the exact opposite, it was what he wanted. He was aware, on some level, that there would be time for them to be gentle and sweet, to take their time, but he also knew that wasn't right now. He wanted her too badly, it was stripping away all of his self control and patience, that was how much she was able to get to him.
When her small hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it a few times, he let his eyes close and exhaled slowly. Even that was a form of slow blissful torture, giving him just a small taste, leaving him wanting more and more with each breath. When his eyes opened he was looking at her again, watching as she changed the way she was positioned on the couch. When she asked him if he trusted her, he was quick to nod his head, unsure of whether or not he could form words at the moment. She flipped them over with ease, making her on top. He was, admittedly, a visual kind of guy. The sight of her on top of him was more than enough to turn him on.
"I'm a fan of the bed." While it was nice on the balcony, and he was sure that at some point they would use the couch, there was a lot more that the bed could offer right then.