The kiss was broken, yet the touch still lingered as if she had never parted her lips from his own. Claude wondered if he'd ever feel the same after this; if he'd always feel as if she were with him, in some measure. She moaned for him, raising her hips to give him more entry, and he closed his eyes tightly to let out a groan to match. A hand looped under her neck to bring her closer, keeping their bodies tight as he pulled himself from within her to press in yet again.<br/><br/>Her heat was incredible, as if her womanhood were some devouring mouth, hungry for his penetration. The sensations of their union was like no other pleasure he'd ever realized, with his body aching for more. His hips began moving consistently, in a constant state of motion to plunge into her warmth.<br/><br/>His lips couldn't form words, for he was lost in bliss with her. Instead, every sigh of delight and press of skin exuded his affections for their newfound adoration.