It's a little difficult not to react strongly, when it's been so long that he's allowed himself this - in a broad sense. This pleasure, this kind of intimacy in which he gets as much as he gives, without holding himself back almost completely.

It doesn't come without its trace of concern, but she's slow and careful, and it's just a little easier for him to go along with it all, to adapt as she presses on for more.

He keeps his hips pressed hard into the mattress, feet spread wide on the bed, his head tipping back as he lets out paced audible breaths, every so often hitching halfway up his throat.

"Trish..."