It was honestly a blessing to him that they weren't like other couples. Yes they had disagreements but they never misunderstood where the other was coming from. Their connection afforded them a closeness and an alignment that no one else had.

Her legs around his waist brought him close to her and he didn't waste it. His eyes closed as his hips rolled back and forth against hers in steady thrusts. He wanted to take his time and yet that impatient streak battled to win out. He was always impatient by nature but there were times like this where he wanted to be still and slow and savor the moment.

She was warm to the touch and the way she rolled her hips against his made him groan as she tightened her hold on his hair. His hand reaches for the headboard to give him something to channel the pent up energy as his hips drive her into the mattress. He could still feel stickiness from earlier but found it only made the slide inside of her easier. Not only that but he liked imagining her full of him, unable to get him completely out.

"Yes. So good..." He didn't even realize he had spoken aloud, caught up in the moment as he is. He felt almost uncaged, being able to set the pace as he wanted. If he decided to flip her over in the bed and fuck her from behind, he knew he could do that too. She liked having sex with him as much as he did with her.