He groans, head arching back, and sets his hands on her hips as she settles onto him, until they're as close as they can be, joined in the sweetest of ways. Caspian rocks up into her, slow and controlled, wanting not to shove her towards her peak but to wander slowly up to it together, hand in hand. Every shift of her body, every movement of his own hips, has him catching his breath and letting it out again in a groan or a hoarse whisper of her name, until his heart is nearly flying and his whole body is trembling beneath her.