She lays on her side, facing the wall, and he pulls her top leg back over his hip while he enters her. There is something gentle about the rhythm, the shallow penetration. With his other hand, he pushes her hair off of the back of her neck and out of his face.
After a few minutes, he becomes aware that her shoulders are convulsing to a rhythm agnostic to his thrusting. She has ducked her face into the pillow and when he pauses, he can hear her sniffling back tears.
“No, it’s okay,” she quavers. “Keep going.”
Afterwards, he pulls out of her and wraps his arms around her from behind until she has stopped crying.
