It's as simple as drawing a breath, and just as powerful, letting her weight settle as their bodies align. The heat of his skin penetrates her, and the feel of him sliding home sends a frisson through her entire body. He feels so good, she can barely think, let alone speak to answer his question.

All she can do is take him, inch by inch, until she's flush against his hips, breathing in and out slowly, forcing herself to make this last. His desire makes her own catch and burn, but she doesn't want this over quickly. She can't stop the gentle push and pull, answering his own hunger. She could never deny him this. Or anything, really.