She's not anywhere near as quiet, no, she's crying out with each hard thrust, not caring anymore. He's magnificent, and she loves the sight of him all twisted up in bliss. She braces herself against him, holding tight to his forearms, every muscle in her body quivering as the intense wash of pleasure peaks and bleeds away, leaving her boneless and content.

A tired, breathless laugh bubbles up in her throat. Her hands still move on his skin, urging him back down for a kiss, tender and fierce in equal measure.

"Fuck I missed you."