He was breathing heavily, his hips driving into her to chase more of those little sounds of appreciation she made. Before he realized it he was making the same sounds too, almost perfectly in harmony with her. This was what he'd wanted. That limb quaking blood boiling exchange of lips and tongue and hands that made her walls tremble around him as he slid home inside of her over and over. This was what he'd wanted.

His fingers don't push her as hard, moving on from her clit so that his hands can push her thighs higher and let his hips do all the work as sweat and water made their skin slick. She was using him as an anchor, holding onto him with one hand while the other balanced her as she rocked her own hips against his. The sound of wet flesh meeting and their moans echoed in his ears, drawing him closer and closer.

"You feel so good," he whispers hoarsely into her ear. One of his hands moves to her hair, angling her head back to kiss down her neck and breasts. his mouth pays worship to them, suckling the peaks until they were red and swollen. All the while his hips continue moving against hers. It was like a dance or a contest of wills, as if they were both trying to drive each other over the edge.