Panting breaths intermingled, the air between them far more heated than the summer's air just outside. She realized, dimly, they were in her father's house and she knew that she needed to be more quiet but it was hard not to breathe so heavily, hard not to make sounds each time she moved, and she was desperate to keep talking to him because it reminded her that they were in this together and there was love there. Her fingers curled against his shoulders as she rocked that final time and it felt... good.

But oh, his smile, even if hadn't felt good, she would've lied to tell him so, he looked so pleased, so hopeful. But she didn't need to lie, she nodded, breathlessly. "Yeah, it did." It didn't quite offset the throbbing her body was doing but it certainly felt pretty good. At his question, she gave him a helpless smile, unsure of the answer. "You always make it better," was all she could think of because how could he make it better? Maybe he could kiss her more, touch her more, she just didn't know how. "I love you so much," she murmured softly as she rolled her hips once more and let out a shaky breath, slowly, slowly, starting a rhythm that, with each movement, replaced the discomfort with little pulses of pleasure.