When he presses inside of her, Sylvie inhales sharply, lips parted at the feeling of being filled in such a way, her body stretched tight around him in a way that sends a shiver down her spine, heat trickling through her. She could stay like this, she thinks, with him inside her.

But then he moves, his hips rolling, and her breath hitches again as she grins back at him.

"I think if it isn't at least a little strenuous, we may be doing it wrong," she teases before he kisses her and she slips both arms around him again, clutching at his shoulders as her mouth opens for him.