Her plea did not go unanswered, he took matters into his own hands, tipping them mover so that she was on her back. It wasn't the most graceful movement at first, their bodies got tangled for a moment or two before they got situated and he was above her, inside of her, pressing her against the mattress as her hair partially hung off the end of the bed. The change in angle, at first, gave her a twinge of discomfort, her eyes clenching shut as she bit back a noise of protest but the moment he moved again, the feeling was quickly replaced with something more power, much more intense and much more pleasurable. It left her even more breathless, another wanton moan escaping her lips as her back bowed, pressing her body closer to his.

It did feel like they were racing the clock or something, he was moving more desperately, with less care than before, she could feel the restraint leave his muscles as her fingers pressed against his back and he moved above her. But he wasn't the only one that felt that desperation, felt that mounting pleasure, like she was on the edge of a great big something, ready to jump. And when his body tensed above hers, he whimpered and gasped and cried out her name, she felt it surge through her, felt pleasure flow through her, it wasn't her release, no, but she didn't know any better, all she knew was that she was flooded with warmth as he came undone above her and she felt like she was coming undone herself. Her legs moved to wrap around his waist, to hold him close even if the gesture might be a bit forward or bold (of course, how much bolder could you get when you're bare beneath your lover) and she held him close, arms around his neck as she let out a moan of her own.