As she clung to him, her face buried in the crook of his neck, he stopped thrusting for a moment.
He reached down, his large hands finding and cupping each of her petite ass cheeks. They filled his palms perfectly, soft and firm.
In one smooth motion, he switched positions, sitting back on his heels and pulling her with him until he was sitting upright, his shaft still buried deep inside her.
The new position brought them face-to-face. She pulled her arms from around his neck until only her fingertips rested on his shoulders for balance.
His strong hands remained firmly under her rear, holding her aloft. Her small chest pressed flat against his, her hardened nipples brushing his skin with each shallow breath she took.
Her gaze was clouded with pleasure; the tears had stopped, but her expression was one of deep, profound reverence... as if the entire universe had narrowed to the space between them, to his eyes, to the feeling of being joined.
