His eyes were almost black, darkening in his arousal. He lets out a grunt as the two of them rut frantically with one another. He palms at her breast for the sake of having that physical connection. He wanted - needed - to feel her climax for him.

"I want you to come," he gasps, the muscles in his stomach tightening as he feels her legs wrap tighter, "please come for me." His own breathing was erratic. He was as close as she was, rebelling against it until he could feel her walls tighten on his cock as she came. His thumbs trace the shape of her cheek bones and draw back to her ears.

He could feel glimpses of the trust she had in him, the intimacy they both felt in this moment, and it made his heart swell in his chest with the emotions it caused. She trusted him with her - body and spirit - and it was more than he deserved. The feelings passing between them broke his focus for just a moment but he finds it again, blinking through eyes that burned unbidden with moisture.