Her eyes close, and she lets the rhythm take her, lets herself sink into the power and strength of him. It strikes her how natural this feels. After three years of struggling against everything, this is effortless. They fit together, hand in glove. He asks, and she answers, lifting her hips to meet his, drowning in slick heat and hardness right where she needs it.

The weight of his body, the sweetness of his mouth, all of it wraps around her, draws the pleasure down into a spark of white heat. Her eyes roll back again, and her hands grip his shoulders, her thighs trembling.

'Gene.'