She blushed as she listened to them, trying to discern how close he was based on his moans. Plus, they made her ache with excitement, and she found she liked that.
She hoped that if anyone woke and heard him they would think it was one of the war dogs. She tried just as hard not to let any loud noises escape her, but she didn't want him to think she wasn't enjoying it. So she let out soft grunts and whines, pulling at the sheets.
He was much deeper than usual in this position, and now every thrust he made sent him slamming right against her womb. It was dizzying, but he showed no signs of being willing, or able to stop.
He let out a low, debased chuckle, something so drenched in pleasure that part of her hoped that no one but her would ever hear it. But he kept moving, roughly groping her soft breasts.