He took in a sharp breath of air through his nose at the change in angle. Feeling her fighting him, he surrendered the grip on her waist, lifting his hand up to cup and massage her breast instead.

This wasn't the best angle to work from, but he did what he could to give as good as she, meeting her rocking with deep thrusts. A coil in his belly was winding tight and fast, her frantic motions feeding it like gasoline on a bonfire.