Parvati clung to George as he rocked against her. Rather than let him draw too far away from her, she used her muscles to make love to him, tightening around him and relaxing in rhythm with his movements. She felt such a warmth for him, such a love, and it filled her heart as he filled her body.
It felt different, what she was doing, but still good. Good in a different way. 'Georgie,' she moaned into his mouth.