When he moved, she had to physically react to take more of his length inside of her. It wasn't unpleasant, but she reacted each time he thrusted. Hands grab at his sides, not ungentle either. She had to shift her hips, giving him a few angles so she could adjust. The noises she made were indicative of pleasure though. It felt too good to want to stop or even slow down.

She didn't have to think or feel anything in this moment. The anger, the grief, and the loneliness all seemed to dissipate as he fucked her, and let herself fall into this a lot easier than maybe she should. Right now she needed it, and it helped that this was with someone that at least partially understood her, where she was coming from.

Plus it didn't hurt being called beautiful.