“What is it?”
“Grief.”
My chest tightened around the word.
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“No.”
His voice cracked.
“I missed this without knowing there was something to miss.”
I wrapped both arms around him.
“We have it now.”
He cried without sound for several breaths.
I remained inside him, unmoving, holding him while sorrow and desire filled the same quiet space.
Noah turned his head enough for me to kiss him.
His tears salted the kiss.
When it ended, he moved his hips experimentally.
Pleasure struck so sharply that my breath caught.
“Was that all right?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Again?”
“Yes.”
He repeated the movement.
This time I followed.
A slow rhythm began between us.
Nothing that took control from him.
Nothing faster than his body could manage.
I moved with him, one hand spread over his heart, the other steady at his hip.
A low sound escaped Noah.
“Good?”
“Yes.”
I drew back carefully and returned.
His body received me more easily.
