All his.

She whimpers with starvation as his fingers stroke across her skin, memorizing each inch of it under his touch. Going slow. Tormenting her. Kisses up the jaw and neck as he lines himself up and thrusts in one hard drive.

She rides him, thrust to thrust, her ass slapping against his back as she drives against him. The position enables him to go harder, deeper with each thrust of his hips.

He holds the perfect arc of her waist, fingers spreading a little over the small rise of her belly. The noises she's making alert him he's not going to make it much longer at this rate. "You're...