The blast of emotion washes over her, primal and raw and intoxicating. At that first sweet clenching of muscle, she presses him back, pinning him against the wall of the enclosure so that he can't fall, fucking him with her mouth, taking him as deep as she can. She can't help the soft guttural sounds she's making, somewhere between a whimper and a groan.

Breath by breath, she holds him, letting him tell her when enough is too much, and then gentling back to earth. The hot water has slicked her hair back, and she kisses her way up his torso, hiding her face against his throat, breathing just as hard as he is.