"Just enjoying the moment," she shot back softly, the words whispered against his chest before she lifted her head again, her hair falling over her shoulder. For a moment, she hovered over him, one hand on his chest, the other still holding him and then she wet her lips, her gaze trained on his face as she slowly let the weight out of her legs. It was, really, about enjoying this, the moment between the two of them, the pressure of him slowly pressing inside of her. The warmth of his skin under her fingers, the feel of his thumb on her hip. It was about being present, right here, with nothing else in the world in her mind.

With both hands braced on his chest, Lily relaxed back entirely, a soft breath escaping her. Her lips parted and she leaned down, finding Sawyer's mouth with her own, the kiss harder, less soft than before. Slowly, her hips rocked back, a gentle rhythm beginning, though she was too distracted with the kiss, for the moment, to do much more than shift back and forth slightly.