Braced over her, he nodded wordlessly, licking gently at her parted lips, their kiss slow and languish as he rolled his hips slowly. He gripped her thighs, thrusting in deep, purposefully, muscles straining. Finally, he shifted over her, rolling them both onto their sides. The angle wasn't quite as deep, but this way, they could relax, they could hold onto each other. They could make it last.

Lifting a hand to her face, he brushed away the sweaty strands of her hair clinging to her forehead and cheeks, his thumb brushing along the curve of her cheek.

One corner of his mouth lifted in a small, private smile, and the ache in his chest belonged to her as much as it did to himself.