Getting to watch her let go in this position seemed pretty imminent. Not there yet, but getting closer with each relentless thrust. She was squirming underneath him, trying to tilt her hips just so, instinctively looking for that little extra bit of friction. As if she could get any closer to him.

The hand that had been on his neck ended up back in his hair. Hopefully he enjoyed some random tugging, and if he didn't, well, it was his own fault for having such great hair for grabbing. She needed something to hold onto! Roughly.

There weren't many words left in her moans anymore.