[ a tiny little sigh escapes her throat periodically, as the angle and the pressure sparks her own pleasure.

she looks down at him through her white lashes, breaths coming in a slightly labored way, clasping his hand tight in return. ]

I love you—so much...

...you feel—incredible—

[ and she starts to move against him—pulling her hips back, and then forward again, slowly, trying to figure out the rhythm. ]