His touch makes her gasp, makes her arch, and his name tumbles from her lips, over and over again. As pleasure coils deep in her belly, she can't help holding onto him more tightly, her fingernails creating half-moon marks at his hips. She has been loved before, Jon isn't her first, but he's the one who makes her feel as if she's the goddess of the sun, responsible for the waking of the world every day.

It's his pleasure that finally tips her over, the warmth and feel of him almost too much. Her hips alternately seek him out and pull away, which results in less grace together, and more frantic and uncoordinated movements. One hand slides into his hair and buries itself there as she shatters around him, each cry of pleasure echoing in the room.

She doesn't have any words, she can't say anything as she shudders in residual pleasure, grip loosening on him so that her hands can rest on his back.