You're kneeling on the bed, your hips meeting his over and over, the sound of skin on skin filling the space. His legs are bent back on their own, thighs framing his flushed stomach, hips tilted to meet every deep thrust. You don’t even need to hold him — his body gives in so perfectly, naturally staying open for you. The angle lets you sink in to the hilt each time, and you can feel how wet and tight he is, clenching around you with every push.
