His hands still rested on her temples, so as he filled her Reinette's own fingers slipped down to curl over his hips, locking them both effectively together. She did not gasp because the the moment was unexpected. Indeed it seemed it might be some six months in the making. The unguarded sound from the back of her throat had everything to do with how perfectly good he felt.


You are not exactly unkind on the eyes yourself.

Her eyes, or anyone else's, Reinette thought not for the first time. Including rather insipid blonds in the possession of fans. She shifted her hips then, sharply, allowing him deeper entry.