he beamed with pride at her words. Suddenly he was full of energy, he stood tall on his knees, gripped her waist lightly and began to thrust into her with passion. every time he entered her, the whole bed shook madly, he let out pants and moans. The sound of their bodies meeting every little noise she made. It filled his ears, her aroma wafted up to him just as before. She was his, he was hers. There was no denying that fact.
He pulled her over so she was atop him. reverse cowgirl he'd heard it called, and put those muscles of his to use lifting her, her weight bringing her down again. He still held that happy smile as he watched her taking him the way her hair moved, glimpses of her shaking breasts. He felt her happiness, her spirit, he had always felt her, but this was pleasing, as it was him who made her feel this way. "Jorie!" He panted her name like a love filled mantra keeping him going, trying his best to bring her to bliss.