Slowly, he moved, pushing rather than thrusting into her, trying to draw it out. But it was so good. And... familiar. He knew for sure, all at once, that he had done this before. Maybe more than once.

But in a strange way, he was glad now that he couldn't remember.

He slid a hand under her thigh, lifting her leg higher against his hip, and changed the angle so that it was deeper, a little harder. He tipped his head back, giving her mouth more room to move, punctuating each roll of his hips with soft, rhythmic moans.