Her body shifts with him as he rolls, not wanting any space between them. She brushes his tears away with her thumbs, returning to his mouth to drink deeply. Slowly, she urges him to his back, moving to cover him from knee to shoulder. A light sheen of sweat covers her body, making her a bit slippery in his grip, and she's making it abundantly clear from the surety of her movements, she's not done with him yet.

Her knees straddle his hips and it takes but a bit of negotiating until she's poised above him. She pulls back, looking down into his face, wanting to watch this time as she impales herself on him, oh so slowly, taking her time, revelling in every sensation.