His hands curled on her hips, urging her to move even though he knew he didn't have to. His hips lifted off the bed a few times to meet her halfway, thrusting into her, moaning low in his throat when she spoke.

Slowly, one hand trailed up her front, cupping one of her breasts and pinching her nipple lightly. He knew that wasn't the kind of touching she meant, but still he teased her for a few seconds longer, then finally his other hand slid down between them to brush along her slit, a finger finding her clit and drawing small circles over it.