"Gods. Aurora," he murmured, whining, panting as he thrusted hard and deep. She was so soft and wet, and there absolutely no resistance as he moved into her. He kept his face planted to her chest, ensuring to evenly lap at each breast with tender lips and tongue.
His head tilted to the side if only for a second to catch his breath, his face rested against her bosom, his hands hiking her hips up against his. "You feel so damn good," he hissed, shifting his head to meet her gaze. "Come for me," he panted, undulating his hips and hilting her fully with each thrust.
When he hit the right spot, he kept going, although his hips worked hard but meticulously, and he wanted her to brim with heat until she practically exploded. He kissed along her neck and throat, his free hand grasping at her breast again, massaging the nipple, squeezing and gripping, using every touch he could manage to push her over the edge.