One hand cupping her face, he kissed her, thumb sliding across her jaw and down her neck and throat. The next thrust was just a little quicker, less of a pause between one and the other, building up to a speed that was more satisfying than frustrating for him.

His hand slid farther down her torso, palm grazing her breast, lower across her waist and hip until he was curling his fingers around her thigh. He tugged it farther up to his waist, so she was spread just a little wider and he could push deeper into her with each thrust.