His hip jerked up, applying more pressure, then sunk down, then jerked up again. Oftentimes, that worked best for her: generating friction, pulling back, then generating more friction. He knew he was close to the edge, but he kept his eyes open, wanting to watch every single moment of her pleasure.

"What do you need, baby? Harder, faster?" He knew what she needed, but he liked hearing the words sometimes, hearing her tell him how much she needed him, too.