His cry is unexpected, and even though she should know better, his strength is as well. Their hips meet with enough force to drive the breath out of her and Carolyn gasps, back arching - with her hand pinned as it is. That's what sets the pace, though, and she claws at his back with her free hand, sinking into the blankets and the mattress as he fucks her, her own attempts to meet each thrust only half successful. Soon it's hard to keep her leg around his hips because her limbs are going sort of limp, heat and dizziness and the rising swell of orgasm making it very hard to think, much less keep a grip on anything.