“Do I love your face, your form? Oh yes.” I rock my hips, surging into her, concentrating on her reaction to keep myself from coming too soon because she feels—by the god-stars, she feels like honey and wine, like silk and velvet. “But what I love even more, dearest, is the part of you that I can never quite touch. The closer I am to you, the deeper I am inside you, the nearer I come to it—to pressing my whole self into your beautiful soul.”
