Still, a body was a body, and there was none he preferred more than that of his wife, and his need was so great he carried on without further complaint. His hands were on her hips now, those perfect hips, and he was rutting into her, almost like an animal. He was moaning, sweat beading along his temples, his nerves flaring with pleasure. The sound of him plunging into her was the only sound in the room aside from his heavy breathing, but as he listened closer, he caught the sound of her labored breathing, the faintest of moans coming from her.