He made the faintest noise, a groan cut off before it could form, and nodded. He smiled against her lips and returned the kiss. "It's all right," he murmured. "No need for sorry."

It forced him to focus more on his own body awareness, to slow some of the mad race he had indulged toward release. He drew in a shaky breath. His hands dropped lower, cupping firm curves as she lifted and fell over him with the flex of her legs. "Keep going." He kissed her throat, lips and tongue in a trail down toward her collar bone.

Although he slowed his thrusting, it was no less powerful, a full body roll of controlled movement against and beneath her. Reaching a hand between them, he loosely curled his fist against his thigh and offered her the jut of his thumb knuckle to rub against.