"He reached under my belly, between my legs. He moaned quietly, initiating the understanding in me, that he was ready to make me come again. I was shocked that his fingers weren’t exhausted. He’d fucked me hard in to the bed, I’d rubbed the length of his back and shoulders as I squirmed in circles in to his cock, the wetness slapping against us both. I loved him, at that moment. Despite myself. He pressed his weight on top of me, and I felt his nipples and chest hair connect with my back, and his right hand found my clitoris as his cock entered me again, and he fucked and rubbed me as I felt my eyes squeezing shut in complete fullness.."