He shivers at her touch, at her words, and strokes her a few more times, curling his finger inside her, before pulling his hand away and gripping her hips, coaxing her up and then down again as he aligns them, sinking deep inside her with a push of his hips and a low cry. His skin is flushed from her touch and his own racing pulse; he wraps his arms around her and rocks minutely up and down, tipping his head back to kiss her again.