His arms come up to embrace me, hold me close. We are entwined, connected, joined. I push into him, pull back, breathe. I do it again. Again, with increased speed, increased involuntary desperation; release in reach.

My breath is his scent; my sight is his skin; my pleasure is from him. All from him.

All for him.

He trembles, head arching back, and I know that his pleasure mirrors mine. I kiss a path up the side of his throat and find his lips.