"As you wish..." he whispers, soft and throaty, his hands embracing around her as he groans, moving faster which only makes everything that much more intense for him, as well. He sucks on her shoulder, away from where a collar might reveal a mark, leaving a soft hickey, and then another, as they writhe together and he picks up speed.

"Say when..." he manages, but having to slow down as the bed squeaks, to keep quiet, secretive, not wanting to give them away because he's thrusting too fast.

He tries to pivot instead of bounce, to pump faster how she wants it, without making the bed groan and complain beneath them, moaning softly against her ear, needing to support his weight to make this possible. He has to stop touching her to grope a the sheets and pillow, moaning "ohEileen..."