His muscles tensed at the descent, skin crawling with pleasure. His own hips rolled upward to meet the motion of her own and worked rhythmically to match every movement. Slow and stead at first so as to savor the fiction, to savor the connection, but try as he might to stay so gentle Rose awoke something within him that felt almost primal. He wanted her this way always. He couldn't get enough.
Matt's hands slipped from her face easily, descending to her clavicle. He touched at the bone and then continued to slip down the outline of her skin. He worked over her chest, cupping the tender skin there with delicate fingers in efforts to entice.
Then a palm moved to cup her hip briefly, finding the outline of her bone to be comforting. There that hand stayed for support. The other hand lingered at her chest for another moment before it descended too, touching eagerly at the flat of her stomach and then dipping beyond to capture the last bit of sensitive skin closest to where they met together. Slow circles the tips of his fingers moved against that sensitive bud of her skin. It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last.