Melpomene's cry was strained, half-strangled, and her fingers dug into the fabric on his headboard, pulling part of it away from the staples. Yes- This was more all-encompassing, more intense, more difficult to think of anything (anyone) outside her own body. If she could just let herself go, cast herself off into these white water rapids... but her mind still stubbornly clung to a rock, and wouldn't budge no matter how hard the water hammered her from behind. She covered his arm with hers, fingers gripping onto him as a dry sob fought its way out of her throat. Maybe lucky he was behind her - she didn't want him to stop for anything, and he seemed the type to stop if he realised the woman he was fucking was on the verge of sobbing. "Keep going-" she gasped, eyes pinched shut. "Please-"