His hips changed often, alternating between hard and fast strokes, to longer and slower stokes. The change in pace was to conflict with her own hips, when it changed it would take her a few moments to match his rhythm. Those moments gave a different and exciting sensation with every thrust.<br/><br/>He reached for her hand, holding on to them tightly. Moving her hands over her head his body came down on top of hers pinning her to the bed. His face came down to kiss her neck, suckling on her skin, the aroma of her body intoxicating him.<br/>