Her body is so warm against his. That's one of the strongest sensations he feels: pure heat. He's admittedly chilly from his walk in the cool March air and, while he's like a human furnace at the best of times, Rachel has been asleep in bed for so long that every touch of her body is like a lick of flame on his overly sensitive skin.

[He wants her that badly right now. Bitching about not getting his dick wet enough in high school doesn't even come close to this.]

His hand slides lower, her delicate fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist ["Fuck, your hand's so small, babe. You really think you can get this condom on me? Pretty sure you can't reach around my dick."] as she drags his hand down and down and down. He feels wet, and volcanic, and the sweet slide of himself as he pushes into her and pulls out again, barely moving 'cause he likes holding her this close, with an arm wrapped around her body. He moans, softly; his fingertips skid, dipping lightly into her as he pulls away, sliding up to rub circles as he pushes in again. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to [and he'd be crazy if he ever wanted to stop].

"I love you," he whispers in response, twisting his fingertips harder, pushing in deeper. "Love you so fuckin' much, baby."