Her breath catches each time he nudges himself a little further inside her. She buries her face in the crook of his neck, exhaling shallow little puffs of air, licking the salt off his skin. He still tastes of soap and dirt.

"God Almighty."

He's just so long. Just when she thinks they've reached the limit, he presses in a little deeper. There has to be a way to make this more comfortable for them both; some different position. But she only knows the two.