I gasp again as his hips cautiously roll, this time actually drawing breath. I grip a little more tightly to his shoulders, not a wince of pain, not at all, simply holding onto him.

I nod at his words, smiling at him. "Yours." I emphasize, so he doesn't lose the importance of his own statement.

With my hands and my hips I coax him closer, draw him deeper, panting softly as he slides further inside me.

We belong like this. Connected.