glass over the flame

One hand clenched at her hip, gripping her tight as she rocked against him. He groaned at the sound of his name falling from her lips and the scratching of her nails against his chest. His hips started bucking up faster, breaking out of their rhythm as he got caught up in it, rushing closer to the edge. His fingers rubbed against her in quick circles, and he watched her face for her reaction. 

When her leg fitted against his hip, Lex slid his hand to her thigh to hold it there. As he pressed in deeper, each thrust nearly shook him apart. He wasn't too far lost in himself to not give her his attention; Lex rolled them over so she was on top of him and pressed a hand between them, prompting her to lean back a little. He wanted her to feel just as good as he did, he wanted her to come undone. His fingers pressed between her legs to rub at that sensitive spot, his hips still rocking up in a faster rhythm.