“Breathe,” I whisper, looking up at her. “Relax and breathe. Grab my hair while I’m eating you, if you’re feeling it. Dig your nails into my shoulders, if that’s what you want to do. You can’t hurt me. Scream as loudly as you want, Amy. You can’t embarrass yourself. Whatever feels good, whatever turns you on, do it. As long as it’s real and honest and not a performance for me, that’s what I want out of you.”
