He's magnificent like this, the sun in his hair making him just as golden as he was before. She presses her forehead to his temple, her legs gripping his, locking their bodies together.

And her hand, all the care and attention she can focus, all of it goes into that place of connection. From the tip all the way to the root, switching so she can use both hands, trusting him to hold her close.

'Let me,' she begs, taking over from where he's gripping himself, exchanging it for a gentle, fondling grasp. Faster now, taking back control, her grip on his shaft firm and sure. Oh, but he's glorious, and she nuzzles his chin, kissing the corner of his mouth. Drinking in those soft cries like they're all the sustenance she'll ever need.