He was breathing hard, as she pulled free, a slight grunt of disappointment at not finishing from that, but he still stroked her hair with his rough hand. "Good girl," he said, gruffly. His eyebrows rose, when she rose, and turned to tease him, and he nodded, not turning down the eagerly presented opportunity; sliding in behind her, his hands rubbed over her backside, moving down to her hips, and getting a good grip, as he steadily lined himself up with her slit.<br/><br/>Wordlessly, he pressed himself forward, strong hands holding her steady as he drove into her waiting depths, like a hammer onto metal, a groan of pleasure, as he sank inside of her, before setting a steady, firm rhythm, flesh hitting flesh like a ringing forge.