Taking the invitation (and, once again, wondering just how he got to be such a lucky son-of-a-gun), he sets a steady pace - not driving, not desperate (not yet), but not at all lazy. He needs her like air in this moment, but he fully intends on enjoying the ride. And a damn fine ride it is - her moans bring a whole new wave of pleasure, and watching her...
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Lucky, lucky son-of-a-gun.