He lifted his head enough to murmur in a low, ragged voice, "Put your arms around me." Then, "And your legs, around my hips." When she'd done so to his liking, Daemon planted his hands on either side of his wife's body and slowly began to move, instructing her to meet him shallowly, to start, just little stilted motions of his hips against hers, letting her body tell him what it wanted.

"Slow," he insisted, pulling back almost all the way before stroking back inside of her, his body meeting hers flush with every stroke. "Like this...lift your hips, squeeze me tight." He tipped back his head and hissed when she did, fingers curling into fists against the sheets. "...good girl..."