It's wet and damp and kinda really messy in a different way--this one she's used to--as her hand slips between them for a minute and then her leg goes around his and pulls tight. And he's closer than she is, but it's okay, because it has to last longer over all this way--because damned if the ache isn't being satisfied after today--and she puts one arm behind his shoulder blades while the other hand cradles the back of his head, and it's almost gentle.

"Didn't let me finish for you," she manages as she lets her eyes close and enjoys the way he fills her, rocks a little to try and make it rub the right spot.

"Would've."