Feeling her move under him like that elicits a throaty moan--an almost obscenely lustful sound that rumbles softly against her lips. One hand slides down her side and then between her legs. He gently rubs his thumb against the hot little knob of her clit for a moment before his fingers carefully guide his tip to her entrance. It's almost burning hot against her, throbbing as his fingers help him to slip the head into her.

He pauses, his head dropping to the corner of her neck as he relishes that soft, wet embrace. Soon enough, though, he starts to roll his hips slowly, pushing himself in further every time, massaging away that ache in his swollen, throbbing shaft. Soft moans hum against her skin as he does this, slightly plaintive sounds of relief and desire together. It had been so long and she'd inflamed such a need in him that to enter her was a balm for the soul, even though his heart wept.

He can forget his own emotions for a time, now. Their hips meet and he falls into a slow rhythm, his hips lifting hers with each rolling thrust. His lips find hers again, kissing them languidly, heatedly, at that same slow pace, and he lets himself drown in sensation.