After they made love for the third time, he sobbed uncontrollably into her breasts. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stroked his hair.
The first time had been a voracious consummation, driven by years of suppressed feelings.
Remnants of the explosion were tossed, tussled and tangled everywhere. No words, just unapologetic moans and whimpers.
The second time was lingering and exploratory, touching and tingling every sensation as they nibbled those words left unspoken for so long.
Then, their fingers found each other again in veneration and gratitude for this second chance. They swallowed tears of past regret.