He tightens his hold on her a little and splays one of his large hands on her upper back.
Distantly wanting to tangle his fingers in her hair and refraining.

She's fragile, like a little bird, every bone twig-like and breakable.

She's vast. A red ocean lapping at his face. Teasingly.

He moans. It's a soft sound. Not sated. Not even close. But now so weak anymore either.