The more he moved, the easier it became. Her breaths were warm on his lips, her face beautiful with half-open eyes and a gaze full of bliss. He felt his heart hammering in his ears, his body electric with pleasure and thrill, and his thrusts pushed deeper, his length plunging further and faster in and out of her. He didn't let himself lose control, mindful of her and her needs, but he came close, walking a razor-thin edge. His toes dug into the mattress as he thrust, and one hand slid under her head to cradle the base of her skull as he made love to her. "Malia," he moaned, her name low and hoarse on his lips. He repeated her name like a chant, low and passionate and desperate as he moved.<br/><br/>He pushed himself upright over her, his knees spreading to dig in deeper, his thrusts pushing harder. His head fell limp as he slid in to the base, a shiver running up his spine at the tightness and heat of her, and he felt himself begin to unravel.<i>Too soon,</i>he thought to himself,<i>it can't be over yet, not yet!</i>He adjusted the angle of his thrusts instinctually, trying to avert climax, and bent back down over her, feeling sweat bead on his back as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Oh, god," he moaned, shivering, unable to help moving just a bit faster.