[he can't pull back very far, but he can thrust hard, rocking the both of you with each push, and he does, setting up as steady of a pace as he's able with zapping electric overload streaking through him every few seconds.]

[your heels right above his ass, digging in, urges him closer, deeper -- his fingernails turning white, he's gripping you so hard, and he nips at your throat, not quite kisses and not quite bites, too unfocused, too frayed, for either]

[he meets your eye, intending to speak, but his mouth merely opens, closes, and he tips his mouth forward for yours]