There was something incredibly erotic about watching him doing that, knowing he was tasting her on his skin. It was something she couldn't put words to, but that just made her ache even more to have him inside her again.

She watched him ready himself with the oil, an almost eagerness to her expression, before taking the jar and adding a little to her own hand and rubbing it onto herself just to be on the cautious side. And then she set the jar aside again, leaning in to kiss him as she wrapped a hand around that hard length and carefully lowered herself onto him. The feeling of him slowly filling her up was like coming home, it felt so incredibly right.