He continues to watch a while longer before he has to give in, letting his head fall back to the bed and succumbing to the feelings. Perhaps it is the high emotions, the location, the wine going to his head or a combination of all three, but he finds he cannot hold anything back tonight. A hand fondly running through his lover's hair in encouragement, a whole assortment of light gasps and moans escaping his lips which he would ordinarily try to stifle.

He begins to lift his hips a little, arching upwards just a little bit more, anything to draw out those little jolts of pleasure that occur when fingers brush against the sensitive nerves. Clearly he is becoming more greedy as the desire rises, and the hand which was idly toying with hair is now pulling at his lover to make him rise up.

"Come back, I wish to feel you closer."