As Angelique took him into her, Tehr could no longer restrain himself.  His eyes closed and his head rolled back on the pillows.  A strained groan issued from so deep in his throat that it felt like it took several moments to work it's way from his chest to his mouth.  "Fffffffffuck, that's so good my angel," he moaned as she slowly began building speed.  His own sensations were slow in building, they always were when he was on the bottom.  He could tell from her rhythm that she was quickly approaching her own bliss, and he had no urge to stop or slow her.  They had time and the one good thing about having no permanent servants in the house other than her was that they could be as loud as they wanted.<br/><br/>Of course, he speculated, it also meant that on the occasions where he had to 'entertain' and Angelique wasn't invited into bed with him, he thought she might be hearing him.  But such is life, if she did, she hadn't complained to him.  In fact she seemed to only offer helpful suggestions to him about any guests she'd ever entertained.  Suddenly he realized how close she was getting to her peak and he stopped his wool gathering and tried to focus on the joy that was currently riding him.