Dalgliesh was initially surprised but then pushed deeper inside. He halted when the tip of his shaft touched that familiar entrance, and then he began circling and pressing against it.
He squeezed more moisture from Colneth's cervix, causing his body to spasm. Colneth's thighs trembled uncontrollably as he tightly shut his eyes. He gasped for air, as if he were parched and suffocating, turning all his impending moans into silent breaths.
Listening to his wife's rapid breathing, Dalgliesh knew he had brought Colneth to the brink of pleasure.
So, he continued thrusting against his cervix, controlling the intensity meticulously. A fraction too shallow would leave Colneth unsatisfied, and a fraction too deep would make him fearful. If Colneth weren't pregnant, Dalgliesh would undoubtedly thrust deep into his cervix and ravish him. But the current level of intensity was just right.
