I lose every last shred of a grip I may have still had on myself when his hand slides down between us. A shout of a moan parting my lips, my hips jerking sharply.

I force my eyes to stay open, through his climax, and mine. Panting, gasping, clutching at his hair.

We've been intimate many times, and made love most of those, if not all. But this. This is something more. Deeper, even more powerful.

Tears flood my eyes as we ride out our pleasure. Emotions crash over me.