"Like this," he confirmed, his voice more hoarse than he'd expected. His hands rested against her hips, taking in the curve of her spine, the swell of her ass, her strong thighs, the glimpse of her pink cunt. There was a streak of wet on the inside of her thigh and he smudged his thumb through it, rubbing it into her skin.

Drawing in a slow, steadying breath, he took himself in hand, stroking idly, but instead of pushing his cock back into her, he slipped three fingers into her instead. Her body was relaxed, taking the intrusion without resistance, and he simply left them there for a moment, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat fluttering against the pads of his fingers through the thin wall of her body.

"I can't..." He trailed off, unable to find the words for what he felt. He couldn't believe that he was allowed to touch her. He couldn't believe that she was so beautiful, so frightfully powerful, so fragile and real beneath his hands. The muscles in her back rippled, corded and strong from her training and her work. He breathed deep, sliding a hand down the length of her back, his hand slipping free of her as he crowded in behind her, replacing his fingers with the length of his cock.