His leg could barely hold his weight; he knew he couldn't lift her up to move her, and yet that was exactly what he did. He pushed himself to the edge of the chair, holding her to him. The motion stopped his hips and she had to slow her motion as well. He stood, and then went down to the floor deliberately. He stretched over her, to pull as much of their clothing as he could reach, to put under her head.
He bit his bottom lip, then, and started to move. The new angle gave him a new depth after sitting in the chair. He grunted and growled, somehow at the same time, as his hips worked to establish his rhythm, and rebuild the mounting pleasure.