There was an awkward moment when he couldn't exactly move with what she wanted, with his leggings hitched that low on his hips, and Desmond had to reluctantly pull back and shrug out of the rest of his kit. Right after, he was back in the cradle of Maria's hips, shivering with the un-fucking-believably good sensation that came with the press of his cock against her wet cleft. He ground there with a firm thrust, kissing her deeply to quiet the both of them.