When given leave, he shifted to hold her again in both arms. He could feel every quiver and tremble jolting through him from her tight clench. It was almost too much. He remained still and focused on his breath until he was sure he wouldn't release right then.

He drew back enough to look at her, the smile she offered. Bringing an arm back close to his side, he reached up to touch her cheek, a light brush of fingers. They cupped beneath her jaw enough to tilt her head for a kiss, slow and gentle. He nodded at her assertion. Yes, he'd set a pace for himself, but he had no intention of riding roughshod over her orgasm, not when he could feel in every line of the way she held herself that she was still halfway undone.

He kissed her again, his hand at her jaw slipping back to cup at the back of her neck, his thumb close to her ear. He rocked slowly, still close enough that he didn't need to move much to have him gasping all over again. "You feel..." he murmured against her mouth, words trailing off. Good, didn't come close to what he wanted to say, and he was too subsumed in pleasure for waxing more eloquent. He gave a more urgent press lips to lips, letting the want in the contact speak for itself.