The kiss deepened to a jaw working twining of tongues. He was no quieter than she, worked up enough that he had spent much of his control in just getting to this point. Lower moans interspersed with her higher sounds. One hand shifted up her back to the back of her head, pressing her into him. He kissed her until his lips felt swollen and no breath taken through his nostrils was enough, only then breaking it for a gasp.

He found a rhythm with her, bending his legs to get his feet in closer beneath him for better leverage. He rocked up hard enough nearly to lift himself from the bench and didn't think twice about the friction burn they'd both have in different places before all was said and done.

He had no idea what time it was or how long they had been doing this. A faint glow at the horizon heralded moonrise, not dawn, though. They would soon be seeing a good deal better as it was waxing toward full.