He moved with her, so intent on her and seeing her come apart for him that nothing else existed for him in that moment except for her. The center of his world, she moved over him, riding him toward something he knew would be glorious when it came. He focussed on findingut for her, knowing his time wwould be there later and needing to have it for her first.
Love surged through him as she came around him, and he drank in the exquisite sight like a man dying of thirst. His hands caught her gently, for he'd never let her just fall, and he gathered her to his chest. Hands soothed down her back and he murmured soft words and endearments. He pressed kisses where he could reach, stroking her soft skin before reaching up to smooth her hair back so he could see her better. "So beautiful, " he said, a delighted, besotted smile on his face.