Her hands slip, nails dragging down the skin of his neck as her breath caught in her throat, making her gasp as his fingers slipped against her clit, driving her forward. She moaned his name, hands turning harder and sharper as she felt the wave of pleasure built and break. She came with his name on her lips, her body stiffening and tightening in his arms.

She felt safe there, safe and wanted. Safe to be herself, to truly be herself and not worry about harming him.