Neither of them can stand the tease of it too long, her body aching for him, wanting him in equal amounts it felt, to the days without him. The burning fury of earlier that gives way to impatient desire. Her own sighs tumbling between his, as she lingers only enough to get him slippery, make it so that when she can't bare it any longer - a fumble, twisting herself to the angle just right -

Her hips can sink down on him in a single stroke. A happy, full cry tearing out of her that she doesn't hide for once. Let them hear, let them lean at the door and hear how her husband sates her. The babble in her own language where she forgets herself, praising him, missing him and having him when her hips fall flush and she begins to move, small circles of her hips in eagerness to finally have him again.