Something about the feel of her, the scent of her, always filled him indescribably. Everything was more with her than it had been with anyone in the past, not that there had been very many. He moved easier and more instinctively with her, seeking their pleasure together. His lips brushed across skin, tasting and seeking those sensitive spots he could reach as they moved slowly but steadily together.
He turned his head to kiss her firmly, speeding up with her in a natural, pleasure-filled progression. Despite wanting her so fiercely from when she'd been gone, this way, slow and sensual, built brilliantly into pleasure that had him gasping against her skin.