He most certainly did appreciate her guidance to put his hands on her breasts. He eagerly squeezed both in his rough palms in time with her thrusts, falling into a steady rhythm with her while still letting her drive the pace.

Maker, it had been entirely too blighted long since he'd gotten any. The Wardens were often to dally with each other when they had the chance, but the chance didn't come very often. Carver had found that one of the upsides of being a Warden was that his endurance had improved incredibly from when he was an ordinary person. Now that Isabela had got him going, he felt like he could keep this up all night long with her. The prospect of getting tired seemed very far away.

She was tight and hot, and the angle was perfect for both of them. He worked his hips so that she could easily bounce off of him, adding a little slap of skin to the intensity. There really was the sense that Carver was strong enough to thrust her right off of him if he tried to, and a sense that he was just barely at the point of holding himself back to avoid that.

Until Isabela suggested otherwise, of course.