Nothing in years of celibacy, of botched time spent with ladies who gave kindness for money, in dreaming about the beautiful woman laying beside him... nothing in in anything in his life prepared him for this. For pleasure washing over him in waves, leaving his skin hot and tight, and his thought literally tightly focused on a single thing.

Her.

His fingers spasm against her scalp, twisting in her hair and then back, aware that he might hurt her if he isn't careful. Hips rocking, a slow and steady shifting of his body, savoring the sensation with low moans and soft groans.