Eyes closed, she breathes him in, as if she could take all of him into her, as if she could pull him into the embrace of her heart. Her mouth finds his skin, tasting his sweat, feeling the pounding of his pulse against her lips. Strong and slow now, the urgency gone for the moment, soothed by the feel of him fitted close and the press and release of his hips.

He told her to take, and she does just that, her hips scribing powerful arcs, letting the waves of pleasure take her farther away with every passing moment.