"Good." She repeated, leaning down with the pull and sighing out her next sounds of pleasure, the motion sliding her up the length of his cock. She had intended to do most of the work, move and just let him sit back and enjoy it — used to the lack of intimacy that came with one night stands and quick, dirty romps in the darkness of a questionable inn. But now she was slow; rolling hips and leaning down to meet him, chest to chest and braced on her forearms; fingers winding in his hair as she slowly rocked in his arms. "So... good."