Not only was he working her faster, but harder and rougher as well. It was a different sensation than usual, but not at all unpleasant. Not at all.

He held her tightly but she was afraid to let go so she dug her fingers harder into his shoulder and tried to find her voice, tried to let him know that she was close, but all that she could utter was another loud moan. There was nothing to lean her back against, nothing to fully support her weight but him; if her leg gave out she would fall.

He wouldn’t let her fall.

She knew it in that moment as strongly as she knew that he loved her. He would hold her up, he would support her, just as he always did, just as she did for him when he needed it. He would never hurt her, and he would do everything in his power to keep anything else from hurting her. If she fell he would catch her.

She let herself go.