She gasped as he shuddered behind her, within her, moaning as he continued to stroke, shuddering, kissing. She arched away from him, her hips pressing back against his, taking him fully into herself as he came, body moving on it's own accord. She shivered with his every breath, her spine crawling beneath his touch, and she whimpered, wanting to turn, to hold him. She pressed her back against him, as he drew out, her back arching out as he pressed in, and her hand reached back, blindly searching for his, clutching at him, his every moan, whisper, breath her reward.<br/><br/>Exhaustion battled desire in her, and she turned her head, craning it to seek him, wanting to be close, wanting to hold him, wanting his reassurance against the world that looked too big suddenly, from where she was floating still, in his arms, where she wanted to be, where she could not stay. He had to leave.