She feels the edge of the mattress against the back of her knees, and her body is braced for the impact of landing against it--but it never comes. He spins them as they fall, and she reflexively puts out an arm to catch her weight before she lands all the way atop him. That doesn't stop their bodies from landing more or less flush, and she adjusts herself to rest comfortably atop him, eager to feel more of his skin against her own. And once she does, she lets out a satisfied sigh, their bodies slotting together perfectly.

The fall had made her pull away from his lips for a few moments, but as soon as they're stable once more, her mouth finds his neck, his collar, painting a trail of kisses and nips. One hand keeps exploring the muscles of his arms and sides while the other slips under his head, fingers curling around his skill and into his short hair.