Her eyes stayed open, focused on his face as he drove into her, each movement stoking the fire in her veins higher. Her breathing came out in uneven bursts and the sounds she made weren't entirely for his benefit this time, more wild and unbidden. The thoughts in his mind somehow arouse her too, from the thought of never being able to get him out of her, to his uncaged animal desires. She did enjoy this as much as he did, like in so many aspects of their relationship, there is balance in the depraved parts too.

Lifting her chin she brushes her lips against his, her hips continuing to rise to meet his in steady, noisy rhythm. Her grip on him shifts, one arm wrapped across the back of his shoulders, holding her closer to him, giving her a little more angle to press her body to his. She sucks on his bottom lip, little hitching gasps escaping her as each press of his cock sends tiny waves of pleasure arching through her body.

"I love the feel of you inside me," she murmurs in response to his nonsensical commenting, almost as lost in the moment as he.