They needed this. A primal urge to do things with their bodies to express the inexpressible and soothe damages that now left scars, both literally and figuratively, on their marriage.
He began to move inside of her, building to a steady rhythm. His movements were smooth and languid as he worked her body with his own. The table under them gently creaked with their motions as they moved together.
Looking down at her, he watched her underneath him and he could feel how much she missed him. He was sure she could feel the same flowing from him.
Leaning over her still, he suddenly wrapped an arm around her and pulled her with him as he stood upright. She was now seated at the edge of the table as he stood at the end of it, never stopping and only moving faster as he continued to slide back and forth inside of her. He kissed her hard and deep as he grabbed her hips and held firmly in place as he began to move faster. The kiss was short-lived, however, taring his lips away, but resting his forehead against hers. His breathing was quick as he kept going, the heat intensifying from the friction of their movements between her legs.
It was their connection through heart and sex that made this feel infinitely better and he wasn't going to let this be the only moment they shared together tonight.