"Perfect, Rachel," he groaned. And it was, for that moment, for what he needed and wanted, it was perfect. The way she felt and moved was everything that he wanted and more, it was like she could read his mind.

Arching his hips, he ground against her, slow and hard to start. He wanted to go faster, to give everything he got but he forced himself to hold back just a bit, build it up for just a short while before completely letting go.