Craig moved above her, his hips and Peg's meeting without the urgency of this afternoon but with no less need. He knew it will not always be this way, this slow or tender. Neither of them preferred direct submission, but this was joint surrendering. There was no competition, no need to meet and achieve one another. They were still equal.<br/><br/>She had requested something of him, to make love to her, and a request like that deserved to be fulfilled.<br/><br/>The hand on her leg gripped her skin and the muscle beneath. Slowly he turned with her, bringing Peg atop his body so that she was astride him. He withdrew mid turn and when he was resting on his back he entered again. Letting his full length slide within and open her in a new position. His right hand came up, cupping her breasts and pushing slightly, encouraging her to a sitting position when she could arch and bend as she wished to take him as she wanted. His left cupped her rear, holding her and massaging as his hips continued to rock.<br/><br/><em>Peg... not much longer... I can't..you are to much... this is...</em><br/><br/>His voice told the story of his will crumbling. He was unafraid to be human, to admit he was pushed to the edge because of the woman he was with. He was erect, but now grew turgid, the change was slight, but could be felt as his body neared orgasm. His back arched slightly under her body.<br/><br/>Instinct was hard to override, his body gave all the signs of him wanting her to define the pace. Would it be as slow as they had started, the painful milking of his release causing him to thrash and arch under her body while in her possession? Or would she increase the tempo, the intensity and impact to drive him to spend? Either way, Peg was going to make this man howl for her.