He is hot, slick, and almost unbearably tight. We work together as always, to increase our connection, to increase the depth.

I gaze into his eyes as I sink into him to the fullest extent.

"Yours."

...and that near breaks me, both laughter and tears. I refrain from either, but it is difficult.

I nod, acknowledging his addition, his love. "As I am yours," I manage, then I do manage a short laugh at the arousal thickening my voice.

Mm.

The sweet need building in the base of my spine demands that I move, that I continue to move. I surrender to it, gasp, and also surrender to the need to drop forward and bury my face in the side of his neck.