As she rides me to *****, I am so close to spilling a million stupid things from my mouth. I bite my lip, grab a fistful of her hair, force her to look at me. “***** me,” I command, and come, hard and relentless.

She follows not too long after me, arching back, tension contorting her face as she comes without a peep. I dig my nails down her back and she shudders, pressing involuntarily even harder into me.

“Holy *****,” she says and rolls over. We lay there, dazed, trying to catch our breath.

“Oh my god, that’s so hot.” I pant, shuddering as an aftershock rips through me.

She is quiet. When she hasn’t spoken for a long moment I turn and look at her.

“You okay?”

She is staring at the ceiling, eyes glazed, mouth open. “Yeah. Holy *****, yeah. I’m just coming down to earth.”

I smile, and curl up on my side, eyes closed.

She speaks again. “I think I’m into this hair-pulling thing. I used to hate that, guys would do that to me thinking it was going to make me go down on them. With you it’s totally hot.”

I lay there, utterly shocked at this admission. Shane, actually revealing a part of her sexual history.

“I think so too,” I say quietly, wanting to track down every last one of those guys and choke the ***** out of them.

“Yeah?” she asks, turning to look at me. I’ve known her long enough to know that she’s feeling insecure, seeking validation. She is afraid I’m judging her.

“Totally. I think it’s hot when you grab my hair, or claw my back, or grab me so hard you leave bruises.” Hot, and reassuring. Because I want her to want me that much.

“*****,” she says, running her fingers gently over my belly. I sigh, happily. I can’t help it. I am an empty vessel, and when she plays my resonant frequency, I can only sing.

Her fingers rise up to my *****, then my chin, then my lips. I try to capture them, but she pulls away. Tantalus.

“*****, I’ve gotta go. Can I use your shower?”

“Of course.”

She kisses me, a peck on my lips, and throws off the covers. I watch as she walks across the room. Her perfectly androgynous walk, her ***** that is barely existent, but those legs that are sculpted feminine perfection…