"Keep touching yourself," he murmured, sounding a bit more like a plea than a command. His hands shifted to her hips, lifting them off the bed and gripping them tight as he began to move within her, deep strokes angled just right.

Never having been good with words, he had no way to tell her just how radiant she was. She would know how he felt, without him having to speak a word, but he still found himself wishing for a way to tell her.