That - that part feels so startling again. His drive, his hunger. The strength of him letting go as he goes again and again between her thighs like he found something there he must have.

And how he praises her. Like she's something wonderful. Maybe he had been told to say that as a polite way to welcome his new bride. But it felt wonderful in the moment, that he thought she was beautiful, that he couldn't help but go faster again the way he clearly liked. Encouraging him, let him know she liked all of it comes with more kisses, her hands running up and down his back, letting him find that point he so desperately sought with the same curiosity.