His skin shivered in her wake. Her every touch further emboldened his. Then they were pressed fully again, kissing most deeply yet, and her nails down his back made him arch, body rolling, dragging a little, against hers. His arms found their between her body and the mattress. They encircled her, not too tight, not constraining, but enfolding them together.

His lower body was betraying him again. He made no move to prioritize it, make it her problem, give it any focus or urgency… but he also, this time, didn't pull away.