There was nothing in that moment for him but her, the sounds she made, the way her body moved against him, her knees squeezing around his head in delicious torture. It was a passion and intimacy he'd always imagined they could have between them, and even if he only ever had this one stolen encounter with her, he would never forget it.
He wouldn't deny feeling smug as her second orgasm rocked through her, and he kept at it for a moment longer, letting her ride out her pleasure, wanting to prolong it until she started begging for him in that breathy voice. There was no way he was going to pass up the opportunity to make love to her. He moved back up her body, pausing briefly to tug a nipple between his teeth playfully.
When he reached her lips, he kissed her again, hoping she wouldn't be turned off by it. One hand hooked under her knee, hiking her leg up a bit more, his other working the front of his jeans open. Once he was free, he stroked himself a couple times before positioning the head of his cock against her slit. There was no way he would survive teasing her more, though, and he slid into her, groaning in pleasure at how fully she enveloped him in her heat. "Fuck, Silviya," he breathed against her lips, and as he started rocking up into her, his lips moved over her face almost reverently. She wasn't his, probably would never be his, but in this one moment, he would let himself pretend.