Sleep still clung to their movements, slow and easy, as every inch of her was pressed against him. As her body opened and welcomed him to fit securely inside her, wrapping around him like it was made for him. The pulsing heat of arousal and the glorious slick velvet of her surrounded him, his senses filled with the scent of her skin and the taste of it on his tongue.
When she came, his name on her plush lips and those muscles deep inside her pulling and caressing his length, Thomas had to press his forehead against the top of her shoulder to keep his own control. As tenuous as his hold was. Still keeping that even pace while he moved inside her, his fingers still drifting over her clit and pressing her on. Not nearly done with her yet.