Laura's eyes hold his, only blinking slowly because it's hard not to close them completely to take in how this position makes her feel. The depth she manages is purposeful and she can't help the way her insides lock every last inch of him, contracting with each tremble of her stomach. But her pace increases in speed, her hips rolling while she rubs herself gently every time she thrusts him in and out.

She can feel herself starting to build towards that perfectly sublime moment, but not yet, forcing herself to hold on a little longer. Instead, she moans softly, sucking in her bottom lip at the corner between her teeth as if pain will help. At least until that works against her, too.