When he was fully sheathed in her, he paused and they stared at each other for a moment. He captured her lower lip between his teeth. When he kissed her, he started to move. Slow and deep. His hand went from her wrist to her hand and his fingers intertwined hers. With his next hard thrust, she clamped her fingers around his and moaned into his mouth.  This time felt different. He took his time, watching every reaction from her carefully as if he cataloged it somewhere, seemingly noticing when her breath hiked and how to bring her closer to the edge.