His voice has always been a thing of beauty and wonder, and every tiny noise he makes makes her tingle regardless, but that little sound followed by his groan as she sinks down on him sends heat through her limbs til her toes curl.

"I'll keep doing it," she laughs softly, rocking back over him in slow counterpoint to the deep rolling motion of his hips, "if this is how to do so."

Her grin is wide, unable to contain her joy at their reunion, and her cheeks stay lifted in that same elated smile even as her jaw drops on a sigh of pleasure as she intensifies her movements. It's subtle, but slowly she's adding a lift to the rocking, an inner squeeze as she pulls upwards. Eventually it will become a definite riding of his cock, albeit a very slow and controlled one. She wants to savour every moment of having him back inside her body, because it's as near to being inside her soul as they can manage.