He groans again as the pain sparks through him. This is exactly what he wants right now, to feel her as intensely as possible, turning everything between them electric.

"You're overdressed," he manages to grind out, tugging at the elastic waist of her pyjama bottoms. This morning, he doesn't have it in him to take things slow; neither, he suspects, does she. They'll fuck, or try to, and after, it'll be gentle. Right now, he wants her riding him.