Her skin was cool and her leg perfect as she used her calf to run around his back. He loved the feeling her of muscles clenching around him and then the slow decline of only her own body and control, Warrington's head ducked, hair falling in his eyes as he licked his lips, lids hooded to look at her- her breath still coming in a shuddering sort of rhythm.
He felt her flesh, all around him and the very carnal nature of it all, paired with the rhythmic motion- his jaw clenched and his eyes glazed, her face becoming blurry as he lost sense of time and thought. She was the iridescent angel of his world for those few moments as he lost some fraction of control and his hands clenched in the skin of her thigh and the soft clothe of sheet below them.