His back rolls under the scrape of her nails, shuddering with pleasure.

Breathing a guttural growl into her mouth, he digs his fingertips into her thigh as he matches the insistent push of her body. His hips buck harder, faster, punctuated by rough, hot grunts against her lips, driven by the need to get her closer to that edge.

If he loses focus, he'd come right now, every nerve is wound so tight his insides could snap at any second...

Almost there, almost there--