He sinks into the kiss with a quiet moan; a few seconds later, and he sinks into her, sliding home with practiced ease. He's still kissing her as he fills her, pressing deep, wanting to get as close as he can one last time.

He breaks the kiss to breathe, but doesn't move away. Stays so close their noses slide together; lips just a whisper away from hers. He moves so slowly, it's barely movement at all. Just a silent appreciation of her letting him do this, of how close they can get.