It's a good thing his knees aren't as bad as they were yesterday, because he can't stop himself from pushing his hips off the bed a little, yearning for more touch. Nor can he stop himself from letting out small moans and noises of pleasure, no matter how hard he tries.

He pulls back from the kiss, tilting his head back to catch his breath a little, and momentarily closes his eyes, but then forces himself to open them again, so he can look at her. He's already almost there.