Exhilarated, he barks out a louder growl as his scalp is left tingling, giving no indication to ease up.

The friction doubles when she starts to thrust back, and her lithe movements drive rough grunts and groans of encouragement from his lips. There's something satisfying about getting her to blaspheme, to talk dirty, to move dirty.

And Christ, her legs -- that's how he knows she wants him deep, and wants to keep him deep, and in the process, keep him turned on, because goddamn.