He buries his face into her temple, breathing deeply. She’s enchanting, absolutely enchanting, and the softness of her breasts as she pulls his skinny body down onto hers takes his breath away.

And then her plea, ’More’, what else can he do but give her what they both need? He grabs one of her thighs, pushing it up in a deliberate stretch, tightening her so she can feel that more though it’s an awkward balancing act that leaves him leaning half his weight on her as he supports himself on one elbow.

Had he been sober (he wouldn’t be in this position sober, nevertheless…) he’d have taken his time to find the angle she likes the best, the rhythm that makes her writhes, but he’s beside himself with lust so he he shoves himself in sharply, pumping hard enough to leave him breathless, driven along by animal need that has him panting in his throat.

He’s only just begun but he’s already dangerously close to his finish with the way he ruts at her.