It’s so good, good in ways sex has never been for her before, always too hurried out of necessity, always on the brink of some destructive moment to avoid. And maybe, because before this she’s never been in love.

So she lets him stay there between her legs for as long as she can stand it, gasping as pleasure builds all over again. But she’s trembling and sensitive, and she presses her thighs against the sides of his head, almost laughing or maybe sobbing, with how overwhelming it is.