*loses all concept of time, her body curving up to meet your thrusts, her hands balled into fists and mauling the sheets* *doesn't know, either, when her long, long legs locked around you, making you work twice as hard for every stroke (but it's clear you are more than up to the task)*
*feels all of this in fits and starts of pure intoxication—the rhythmic pulse of your breath, the rub of hot skin against skin—until her body begins to tremble, head to toe* *clutches blindly at your back, fingernails imprinting deep crescents as the tiniest shivers rapidly giving way to hard tremors and finally her voice, her shout (and she turns her head just in time, her lips tracing the beloved shape on your cheek)*