The last thing she wants from him now is to hold back. With every inch of him pressed against her she can feel how close he is-- and when he gives in with one hard thrust she cries out, too, triumphant and grateful and (more practically) wildly turned on. It's perfect and real, him coming inside her; claiming his place with her, an affirmation of life.

She takes over when his fingers falter but it doesn't take much for her to follow, tensing and burying her face again in the pillow, reaching again to grab his hand on her hip and squeeze his fingers.