“I’m here,” she panted in response, “I’m right here … ” The words dissolved off into a moan, pleading with him. She hitched herself onto the bed, shuddering at the sensation, and lifted both hands to put them around his neck and pull him down on top of her.
“Need to feel you…need to feel alive…” he breathed out against her mouth, hips jerking of their own accord before he rutted against her, sliding into her easily as she pulled him down. Groaning aloud with delight at the friction, he stilled for a moment, allowing her to grow accustomed before he slowly began to move.
The breath was punched out of her in a gasp as he finally took her, and she curled her nails into his skin, crying out. Half involuntarily, she wrapped her legs around his hips, lifting up into him, moving because he wasn’t, then moving with him. She moaned in a soft rhythm, eyes squeezed shut.