The way she was looking at him, or at least trying to look at him, tugged at his heart and he all but melted into the kiss. The last few months faded away until there was only this moment, only her kissing him so tenderly and sighing against him.

He only had a moment to meet her eyes again before his own drifted closed when she wrapped her fingers around him. Letting out a low moan his hips involuntarily bucked against her hand as she stroked him, tending to his long neglected needs. Sliding one hand higher he parted her folds with his fingers and slid them along the length of her slit, enjoying how hot and wet she felt, and all for him. Only for him, as she had said herself.