"I've got you, mon chou," I murmur, even though I feel close to falling apart myself. But he's trembling in my arms and his eyes are so big and dark, and I feel like I'm drowning in his gaze. I cling to him and roll my hips again, doing my best to hit that same spot. His reaction is like something out of a dream, unbelievably beautiful, and I never want him to stop looking like that.

And so I don't stop. I hold onto him and I sink in again and again, moving just a little faster and thrusting just a little harder, and I lean down to swallow up all the noises he's making in a deep, messy kiss.

"I want to know what it feels like when you come," I whisper, first in French and then again in English. I can only imagine how amazing it'll feel, how tight he'll get. "I want to see it so bad, Bits."