Every inhale was a quick one now, the stealthy sound of breaths a faster rhythm than the steady lap of water against the sides of the skiff. He had his eyes tightly shut and an embrace of her that left no space between them. His hands weren't still, both of them in a knead over her back, digging into the muscle there. And still the kiss continued.

He gave a small half laugh when she nipped him. The playfully punitive nature of it didn't escape him, but then she came down on his next rock up and his whole body shuddered from the unexpected pleasure of it. He broke the kiss to look at her. He lifted both hands to cup her face, each kiss that followed short and intense, as though if he broke it all into smaller pieces somehow the desire would be any less consuming.