Eventually she peered down at him through half-lidded eyes. She loved what she saw as well - not just her husband beneath her, moaning in pleasure, but the pure awe and adoration in his eyes. That was what she loved, feeling like a worshipped goddess within his gaze.

She did more than keep it up - River began to alternate her speed; a fast rocking of her hips for several thrusts, followed by a slow grind. River Song was more than just a screamer in bed: she could be a downright tease.