As Stefanie began to move herself, riding his cock, Aiden's appreciation showed first as a low rumble in the depths of his chest. He leaned his head forward to run his lips over her neck and the tops of her breasts as they rose and fell before him, resisting the urge to move his own hips, however slightly, to grind against hers. Aiden sighed as she asked him the question to which they both knew there was only one answer.

"Always," Aiden replied, completing the ritual exchange.

Heat and pressure grew in Aiden's belly. Taking up the slack he had given Stefanie, Aiden leaned backwards until his back touched the bed. Leaving his hand where it was, though, kept his wife upright, now leaving her straddling his hips. "I want to see you fuck me," he told Stefanie, voice growing ragged, "and for you to see me fuck you." A slight tug lowered the angle of Stefanie's head to where she could look at Aiden or down where his cock was now again being pushed up into her pussy, but nowhere else.