He finds the sweet spot at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, and she lets slip the quietest little whimper. Her belly flutters under his touch and she shifts to invite him deeper.

She doesn't have his heightened senses, but she's still just as exquisitely aware of every inch of skin, every breath, every touch. It feels greedy, indulgent, but she wants this. She wants his attention, the full force of his focus. His hand plays her like an instrument and she resonates for him. Will sing for him, if he only asks it of her.

"Matt..."

Please don't stop. Don't ever stop.