"Good, that was the plan," he admitted breathlessly, gripping her hips as he bent his knees, heels digging into the mattress as he thrust up into her, the banter falling away as the room filled with by sounds of their labored breathing and their bodies meeting.

Pushing a hand through her hair, he curled his hand along the side of her neck, holding onto her as she worked him towards orgasm. His smile became a grimace, a low whine caught in his throat, and finally he came with a hoarse cry, his eyes wild and wide and seeing only her.