Her breath shudders out in a long sigh, and she presses back, her hips curling against his. The pleasure is different this time, not sharp and bright, edged with all the tension of holding back for so long. It's warm, suffusing up through her torso, down her limbs, reminding her that this is what it feels like to be alive.

She moves with him, sinking into that delicious rocking motion, her hands stroking over his back, down his sides and back up again. His scent surrounds her, the vibration of his moans tingling in her skin. All she can do is hold onto this, for as long as he'll let her.

Another kiss, soft and short, because she can. Because he lets her. Because she wants to, above all else.