Her hand, his skin… Lips part for deep pulling breath. And this parting he turns into something new; not holding back nor straining away, but not returning to her mouth either… instead his lips follow where his fingers had just been, caressing along her face and down the slopes amid the hollows of her neck. His hands on her back and ribs, seismic sensors reading her every quaver, seeking every where will resonate for her the most.

He wants what she wants. Or she does him… or both… being able to sense this in each other… feels so natural it's hard to believe it ever wasn't the case… their rhythms should sync, hearts and breaths and everything moving together, and more…

…it doesn't feel like he has a mind to read, this moment. Being only in this moment, beyond articulate… just beyond.