Kissing him, being wrapped up in him, filled by him, it feels like a tiny slice of heaven. Feels like basking in the warmth of the sun after a cold winter's day. She moans against his mouth, slow waves of ecstasy flowing out from her core to every inch of her body. Her hand slides up to his shoulder and she clings to him, unashamed.

Gradually, the movement of her hips becomes more insistent, more urgent. She fights the instinct to race to the end, taking slow, ragged breaths. The bottom of each strokes draws a high pitched little sound from her, and he can feel her body clenching around him.