It shouldn't be this easy, the way they find a rhythm together, rocking back and forth in a slow, smooth movement that's equal parts agonizing and satisfying. His kiss muffles the noises their thrusting elicits until she turns her head to one side to quietly cry out against his cheek.

It's perfect, enough and still not quite enough, and instinctively, their movements take on a little more speed. She lashes her legs around his waist to change the angle, ankles locking together behind his tailbone.