[There don't seem to be any complaints here; he shudders as she presses against him and redoubles his efforts, taking a long moment to discover what reactions he can earn with just this]

[He does have a free hand, though - and at length it trails down over her ribs, over her hips, to settle between her thighs. Two of his fingers reach back, to gather the new wetness he's sure has collected, drawing a slick trail up the center of her folds]