"I'm not sure the animals enjoy each other this much," he teased, chuckling softly against her cheek. His broad palm traced along the curve of her spine, learning the shape of her, gripping her hips, her strong thighs, his fingertip tracing along the crease between her cheeks. He cupped her breasts, thumb tweaking her nipples, his palm sliding over the flat of her belly. Angling her hips, he thrust into her again at that deeper angle, eyes searching her face, taking in every micro-reaction and filing it away.

"We'll have to stop eventually," he decided, smiling warmly, his nose brushing her own.