"It has its used. But this one is my favorite." he agrees. He rocks forward, driving deep into her, then grinding there, lowering til his chest rubs against her bare breasts, still slick with lotion, with each new grinding motion.
"Mine too," Anya said as she felt the familiar tightness inside of her starting to build. She twisted her hips a bit to try to roll him over on his back.
He rolls over, using his hands as he goes to make sure she stays right in place as he goes from grinding down on her to thrusting upward hard enough to lift her knees off the ground with each new thrust.
"I'll just stay here and enjoy the view then." he agrees, moving his hands to rest on her hips, eyes moving to watch her breasts bounce with her drawn out motions.
He does his best to mostly hold still, aside from slight side to side shifts of his hips to move himself around in her a little more as she rocks up and down.
Anya's head fell back and she shut her brain off letting her body take over. Sometimes even a Stark could stop thinking. Her hips moved faster pushing her toward the inevitable conclusion.