Everything within her tightened, everything reached for him, for this man who could stir her to life so easily. She felt no embarrassment as her moans and gasps echoed around them. Instead she reveled in the sounds, in how he managed to make her feel comfortable enough to release them. Within his arms, she felt as though she could reveal her true self: wanton and lustful.

After spreading her legs wide, he placed his hands beneath her bottom, tilted her slightly, and plunged deep and sure. Her cry of pleasure erupted unheeded. It was so marvelous to have him within her once again. Only one night had passed without their bodies joined and yet it had seemed an eternity.

Resting on his elbows, he threaded his fingers through hers, held her hands in place on either side of her head on the pillow. A pang of regret lanced her because she understood the reasons behind his actions. He feared she would dig her fingers into his buttocks and hold him in place when he was desperate to leave her and spill his seed elsewhere.

“I won’t take what you don’t wish to give,” she whispered.

His eyes were dark, penetrating. Lowering his head, he kissed her thoroughly before rising up over her, holding her gaze, and sliding out of her, only to glide back in. Over and over, slowly, languidly. His fingers clutching hers.

He increased the tempo. She watched his hair flap against his brow, dew begin coating his chest, his nostrils flaring as his breathing became harsher. Her body responded in kind, meeting his thrusts, gyrating as she took him deep, so deep she felt as though he had pierced her soul. Sensations began to build, rolling up from her toes. She squeezed her thighs against his hips, striving to contain the pleasure, not yet ready for it to have its way with her, for him to leave her.

They moved in tandem, giving and taking, eliciting gratification from the other. As though he knew precisely what she needed, his movements became more frenzied, harder, more purposeful, until ecstasy took hold and burst through her. She cried out his name, bowed her back, pressed her head more deeply into the pillow. As much as she fought against it, she couldn’t stop herself from closing her eyes as sublime bliss overtook her. It felt as though her nerve endings had become stars shooting through the heavens.

He continued to pump into her until she was well and truly spent. Opening her eyes, she met and held his gaze. His jaw was clenched, his muscles taut and rigid. Her name was a growl on his lips as he bucked against her, his body a series of spasms, his head thrown back.

His fingers loosened their hold on hers and he closed his arms around her, burying his face in the curve of her neck.