There was a time and place for gentleness. And when they so desperately ached for the other, now was not the time. Gwendolyn’s toes curled into the sheets beneath her as he thrusted into her. She was pleased and prideful to feel the eagerness behind his cock; to know that he couldn’t help himself.<br/><br/>The sudden roll that shifted her on top of him came as a surprise. She blinked widely at him, eager to please him, but also worried that she would do it incorrectly. The new angle they found themselves in however was delicious; her full weight pressing him into her so that it left no extra room between them. Quickly, Gwendolyn pressed a kiss to his lips before she sat up, their hips still joined together. Her hair, a mess of black curls, fell in a curtain down her sweaty back. With their eyes locked, she gave an experimental roll of her hips against him, instantly rewarded with a deep and grinding pressure that elicited a small moan from her lips.<br/><br/>He had asked— nay, commanded her to ride him hard. She started slow, merely to find her tempo and balance. When she became comfortable, she was able to lift herself up off of his cock, pushing herself off the bed with her feet, before sliding herself down his sizeable length, a throaty and strangled gasp escaping her as she bore down. Her breath came in heavy pants.<br/><br/>“Am I doing well?” she asked him between her panting, desperate to know she pleased him.