He gives up trying to match her and just lets her ride him, hands smoothing over her thighs, caressing her stomach, palming a breast. He feels like he's drunk. Everything is at once far away and hyper-sensitive. He feels...confused, with this beautiful, powerful woman above him, her hands braced on his body, her entire being alive with the pleasure of their two bodies. It's a lot to take in, but merely expresses itself in a ragged curse.

"Fuck--!"