He's pretty sure if anyone is lucky here it is definitely him.

Not that he can say that when her every action is making him gasp little strangled moans, breathing uneven and hitched as he keeps himself still but grips the sheets hard. His hand in her hair also tightening just a little, but not restricting her.

"Goddess--Towa that feels so good..."

He manages to get that out, after a moan, biting at his lower lip as she keeps getting more aggressive. How is anyone expected to weather this kind of storm? He feels swept away.