He always felt a warm rush when she disrobed like that, when she decided to expose herself to him like she did. The trust inherent in it, the pleasure he knew awaited them both, the fact that it was her, of all people--he shivered softly at the emotion that flooded him from head to toe. He was quick to follow suit as she moved, but when she tried to lay back down under him he stopped her, his hand on her knees. "Not like this," he said, voice soft and eyes dark.<br/><br/>Instead he had her roll onto her stomach, then pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He bent down over her like that, his length brushing her sex and her thighs, his arms wrapping tight around her torso. He kissed at her jaw, his breath warm and his movements slow but sure. He reached down to guide himself into her, his hips arching as he thrust smoothly and deeply into her, his spine curling slightly at the sensation. "Malia," he breathed, low and urgent in her ear, his hands sliding to her hips as he moved. He was slow with her, careful with the new angle and position, but as pleasure mounted higher and higher he began to move faster and faster, his breath catching in her ear as his swollen member plunged in and out of her soft, tight body.