Slowly her breathing returns to normal. Her hands smooth over his shoulders, her fingers stroking over his skin, weaving in his hair. Every kiss brings a small sigh, a breathless quiet exhalation, her pleasure whispered now as he nestles between her thighs. She reaches for the headboard, and her toes curl as he reconnects, her head arching back into the pillows.

"Lyonya..."

The sweet tension coils up her spine and out of her mouth in a decadent, low cry.