His hand slides between their bodies and her back arches, pressing toward his touch greedily. She's so turned on it feels like there is tiny electrical pulses going off under her skin and it doesn't take long with Les touching her for April to feel all her muscles pulling tight as waves of pleasure roll through her. She's so close, she's right at the edge, and her muscles tighten around him, her fingers curl under, trying to hold him closer to her somehow, trying to get more of him when he's giving her everything and her eyes fly open again at that thought. This is more than anyone has ever given her, it's more than she's ever wanted, and Les is doing it all without thought, without complaint. It isn't just sex, it's acceptance, he's seen her, he's seen everything and he's still here, trying to make her feel good.

"Les," she breathes just as her orgasm rolls over her and her lips part in a soundless moan, pressing herself harder against his hand as she tries to drag him deeper into her, too, but he's as deep as he can get and she knows he's coming. He's so incredible and she thinks she should tell him, she should find the words, but all she can do is close her eyes and bite down on her lower lip as her body trembles with gratification.

It takes a long time before she relaxes against the bed again, before her hand smooths against his back instead of gripping him tightly and trying to hold him against her. Her eyes open slowly and she tilts her head back, grinning up at the ceiling before she looks back to Les. "Wow," she says, still smiling.