The hand that had grabbed my thigh slid up as he held my stare until two fingers were thrusting gently into me, my lips parting and chest rising quickly with harsh breaths. His touch was clinical inside of me, apparently checking for any damage from his roughness earlier, but I was busy watching the subtle shifts of his face. It was so muscular that I thought it must've been capable of more expressive movement, but instead seemed to hide information better. Still, he relaxed slightly and pulled his hand free of me just before I released a whine of need.
