He knew grabbing my ass like that, tilting his hips the way he was — it was in just the right way for my clit to catch the friction it so desperately wished for. He knew that when he yanked on me hard and my hands flew forward, finding the headboard on either side of him, it was the perfect angle to let that gentled curve of his cock reach all the right spots. And he knew when he leaned forward just enough to capture my left nipple in his mouth, sucking it between his teeth, that it was all I needed to combust.
