"Very much so."

Her slow pace is both ecstasy and torture at the same time; he moans and lets his head fall back against the pillows, closing his eyes and meeting her slow thrusts with his own. Noting that she likes his nails in her skin, he slowly drags them down her thighs, leaving lines in their wake. When he reaches her knees he smooths his hands back up them again, bunching up her skirt in the process.