The moment she exhales, he moves.
Slow at first.
Deep.
Dragging every inch of himself out before sinking back in, groaning at how she clenches around him, how she takes him so well.
She grips his shoulders, tilting her hips just enough to change the angle, making him curse under his breath as he sinks deeper.
“Just like that,” she whispers, her voice thick with pleasure.
His pace quickens, hips rolling against hers, grinding in just the way she loves.
The bed creaks beneath them, the headboard knocking lightly against the wall.
But it’s her voice that fills the space.
The soft moans.
The sharp gasps when he thrusts just right.
The broken sound of his name when she starts to fall apart again.
She tugs him down, lips brushing his ear, her breath hot against his skin.
“Don’t stop.”