Once things moved a bit smoother, he was able to get his body moving at a regular pace. He pulled out about a quarter of his length each time, pushing in just as much as he had removed and just as quickly. He seemed to be getting the idea of her being his mare, as he grunted and moaned much deeper and beastly than before. His hands tightened their grip on her as his hips began to get in on the bucking, wishing that he could put her down on the ground and pound her into the floor. He was trying hard to go safely enough for her, but everything seemed to be pushing the limits of his control.