I pull out and push back in, out and in, out and in until she’s meeting me thrust for thrust, faster then slower, harder then softer, and everything in-between, yet … nothing at all. It’s her and me, just us, just this, just … “Fucking perfect.” She pushes my chest and whispers, “Back.” I roll over, not breaking our connection. Her hands softly land on my chest, and she begins to slide back and forth.
