He looked down at her. Her face was flushed, her hair a mess, but there was no one on the planet so perfect. He thrust suddenly into her again, and, as usual, she squeaked quietly. He smiled, knowing that he was the reason she was how she was.
The moonlight was spilling through the curtains, offering just enough light to see. His smooth, even rhythm began again. Her quick intakes of breath timed up with his thrusts into her. She started begging for more, harder, faster. His name was what she said next.
It was like the cosmos had just exploded into existence inside of him. He knew what he was going to do then. He didn’t like this very much, but it was amazing for her. He wanted to please her, make her scream his name, to pound into her until his name was the only thing think.
He looked down at her again, catching her eye. She saw the look in his eyes and excitement lit up hers. She quickly adjusted to her stomach and raised her butt a little bit. He leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Her gasp told him everything he needed to know. He let her hair go and pulled the condom off, tied it, then set it to the side.