There's too much air between them, and she lowers herself to brush a kiss along his jaw.

'Doesn't matter,' she murmurs, picking up the pace, the shift from teasing to striving a gradual one. It feels right, natural even, to move with him. It feels like something they should have been doing all along, as easy as breathing and far more satisfying.

'Oh god...

The first hints of orgasm trickle into her awareness, and the sound of his voice is a match on petrol. There's a stutter to her movements, but she keeps going, intent on seeing him through.