There is no muffled pain, no surprised gasp and whimper. Her hands grip on eagerly, her eyes fluttering between open and closed as he takes shallow thrusts that spark like flint. The angle, the movement, it felt like the end bit again, when it started to feel good.

Little moans tumble from her lips, her thighs twitching against his sides her fingers slipping and scraping. It felt good but it wasn't- more. That thing he did that was more. "Please - please, want - I want-" Higher and higher, all cascading pleading for more.