It's a glorious slow ascension, and she revels in every sweet moment of it. Steady is good. Driving is oh so good. He's gentle and relentless and she thinks she might just die here and that would be perfectly fine with her.

He can tell she's nearing the end when she arches back, her voice tight and quiet, soft cries ground out through parted lips in time with the press and release of her hips.