She's pulsing around him almost the instant he pushes into her, leaning forward so she can rock back onto him as hard as he's thrusting in, the sensation of him hitting the end of her driving sounds from her lungs. It feels like she's been waiting too long for this, her hunger consuming everything but the act itself. Moments like this, she doesn't want him to stop, wants him completely. And her voice says the same thing as her body, begging him for more, to go harder, faster, to come, to let her come with him, all the things she can't find words for but he's taught her to be for him.