In the past, he hadn't welcomed the sound of his name; but from her, the quality of her voice, it made his hands tighten just a little on her flesh, pulling her deeper to his lips and tongue, moving with her and moving her though his mouth remained constant on its precious pinpoint focus. She was hard there, too, and wet from more than the pool, and he laved her ceaselessly as the waters flowed around them, misting them and refracting the light.