He bites his lip; then takes my shoulders.

I am deeply involved, overwhelmed by the sensations of him, but smiling at him comes easily. This is an important matter. Reconnecting with him. Finding the pleasure of our bodies, together.

Important matters can still be joyful, and were I unable to smile at my Genta then this would be problematic indeed.

"My heart," I say softly, hoarsely. I roll my hips experimentally.