Fingers curling over his, my other hand's still hooked around his nape, slipping up into the damp ends of his hair and my head lolling on his shoulder. Body in this loose, arching s-curve, and I hardly even feel like my feet are touching the ground. Out in the open, there's no urge to hide or cover up. Splayed out in the open air with him inside me and I feel like I've got nothing to hide.

Maybe I'll feel differently if a fucking patrol officer wanders by and tries to cart us in for very public fucking, but... you know, whatever.

"You're doin' all the work," I murmur lightly, but it'd sound much more like a tease if there wasn't that moan all tangled up with it.