She moved with him matching his speed, keeping the rythm he had set, each movement special, each touch of his cheek on hers or stroke of her hair precious.<br/>She continued to hold him to her, lightly running her hands up and down his back in lazy strokes, feeling his coolness both inside and out. Opening her eyes now and then to smile at him and satisfy herself that he was still there, then close them again, to feel everything consume her again.