The rest of the day [the night, the day prior, all of it] melts away; he loses himself in her smile, wide and bright. Sometimes, it's fun to be in charge, to just push her over onto her hands and knees or up against a wall and to slide easily inside her willing body.

[Admittedly, it's fun when she's on top. He gets to just recline on the bed, Rachel straddling his hips and sliding up and down his length - sometimes twisting her hips in circles or figure-eights, sometimes rising up on her toes or spreading her thighs wider to sink low - and when she gets really close or excited, she gasps as she bounces, and it's so fucking hot to see those beautiful tits bounce with the motion of her body. His eyes are fucking drawn to them. And he can pull her low and kiss her, can take a nipple in his mouth, or suck on her fingers, or bring his own hands between her thighs and rub the pad of his thumb against her body as she rides him.]

This position - both of them seated, hugging each other, Rachel straddling his lap - is a good one; he can do all of those things and rock his own body for a long, slow fuck that will probably make them scramble to get her to rehearsal on time. She's the one to guide him, and he exhales a low groan against her mouth as he feels the wet slip of her skin, pushing inside her until all he feels is Rachel.

[Yeah. The first time they did this? He never would have imagined she'd become his wife. And it feels so amazing without condoms; it's even more amazing, knowing that there is nothing that she keeps from him now.]

"I love you," he breathes, panting out the words between kisses. "Love you, love you - shit, baby - not enough time," his mouth leaves her lips and slides over her jaw, biting at her earlobe, his arms wrapped around her body to the point that it's difficult for him to breathe [she's held so tightly against his chest, his breath shuddering]. "Wanna fuckin' do this for days."