Lips at her jaw, eyes nearly crossing with the insistent roll of her hips, the press of her ass against him, he said, "Bend over, love." With a sigh, she did, hands splayed on the bench. Nudging her legs wider, one wide hand securely at her hip, he used the other to guide himself to her center. He heard her breath hitch, felt his own stutter as he pressed up into her. Warm, wet heat. He kept his thrusts nearly gentle, pulling only halfway out of her before burying his cock inside her again.