Moving slowly as she asked was the most exquisite torture. He rolled his hips drawing out almost til the tip of his cock fell out of her, and then thrust back in deep and slow. Illya's whole body shook and he groaned with the effort to control himself.

"Yes... Oh fuck..." he jerked a little but tried to keep any pain from his face. For a moment he'd let his weight rest on his right arm. But he just shifted his position a little, sliding his left hand beneath her, supporting her lower back as he thrust forward. He kept moving slow and steady, wanting her to reach release first.