"Okay, all right," he said, as if playfully indulging her impatience, and not equally desperate. Shifting away from her, he wipe the back of his hand across his mouth. He was still a bit taken aback by the smaller, awkward details of the way their bodies worked, and by how the messy complications of sex, which had always seemed more trouble than they were worth, seemed only to urge him on.

Crawling up her body, he found her looking wild and flushed, smiling with so much abandon and trust.

Taking himself in hand, he ducked down to kiss her as he rubbed the head of his length against the slick folds of her, his hips rolling tentatively to press inside. Logically, he knew that they had tumbled into this a bit too quickly. There were perhaps things they needed to say. But he felt in his heart that they understood one another. There were no secrets left, no miscommunications, no uncertainties.

He moved slowly, carefully, listening to her, feeling her, letting his mind flow into hers. No walls or pretenses left between them.