His lips part with a frozen, held breath as she lowers herself down onto him. His fingers curl sharply into her thighs, gripping what flesh she could find as his eyelids fluttered.

It has been a long damn time, but Christ she felt good. Far, far too good than could possibly be good for him.

He didn't dare try thrusting up into her, afraid that the extra movement would send him off the edge instantly. A vague thought, halfway formed, that he should probably have made sure she wasn't current off birth control, but as a marine, he couldn't see why she'd have removed the implant for it.

Just the last time he had done this had been for a very specific purpose, with a very specific goal. That wasn't the case, here.

Here, it was just for them. Nothing else.

And God, but if she wasn't the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen.

He groaned, unable to stop himself from slowly beginning to thrust upwards in time with her body lowering against him, that little bit of leverage allowing to hit a little deeper...