He's worked her... and with her, himself, up enough. He takes her rough and fast, driving his weight down onto her, burying himself deep over and over in long, rapid strokes.
Anya kept her legs tight around him and couldn't do much but hold on. He seemed to go deeper with each thrust and the tightness inside of her grew with each thrust. Nails dug into his back and moans escaped her each time he plowed into her.
He plants his hands to either side of her, giving him some added leverage, thrusting hard and fast. The nails digging into his back get a groan and an arching of his back with the next thrust.
Her nails dug deeper into his back and the tightness inside of her snapped and sent her spiraling into orgasm. She screamed his name and her legs locked around her as the waves of pure pleasure washed over her.
He follows a moment later this time, tensing a few moments, arching up, then relaxing after one more deep thrust into her before he releases. He keeps just enough muscle control to keep some of his weight up off her while he works at catching his breath.
"It has its used. But this one is my favorite." he agrees. He rocks forward, driving deep into her, then grinding there, lowering til his chest rubs against her bare breasts, still slick with lotion, with each new grinding motion.
"Mine too," Anya said as she felt the familiar tightness inside of her starting to build. She twisted her hips a bit to try to roll him over on his back.
He rolls over, using his hands as he goes to make sure she stays right in place as he goes from grinding down on her to thrusting upward hard enough to lift her knees off the ground with each new thrust.
"I'll just stay here and enjoy the view then." he agrees, moving his hands to rest on her hips, eyes moving to watch her breasts bounce with her drawn out motions.
He does his best to mostly hold still, aside from slight side to side shifts of his hips to move himself around in her a little more as she rocks up and down.
Anya's head fell back and she shut her brain off letting her body take over. Sometimes even a Stark could stop thinking. Her hips moved faster pushing her toward the inevitable conclusion.