Oh she was a piston and he was glad to relinquish control to her now, he’d gotten what he wanted, to hear his name like a prayer upon her lips. Rolling over onto his back, his hands gripping her thighs and his eyes drinking her in as she arched her back atop him. Maggie didn’t even give him a moment to catch his breath, she claimed him with a force and vigor he had not been prepared for. Even with the passionate exchange thus far.
Her name was the barest of whispers as she began to artfully rolled her hips in slow circles. It was painfully good. His hands gripped her thighs so tightly his knuckles were white before he realized it. Relaxing his grip he let his hands slide up to cup the swell of her breasts, teasing them as she worked her magic with her hips.
Meeting her gaze he groaned, that smile sent thrills to his core. It took every ounce of willpower not to force her movements faster. Somehow he managed to allow her to set the pace, it was perhaps the most difficult thing he’d ever done.