“Not long now,” she says, puts her hands on my hips, and turns me around. I have my back to her and I put my hands against the wall for support. I feel her fingers stroke my shoulders and my back and glide all the way down to my ass, spending more than their fair share of time there.

By the time she spins me back around, I’m ready to crash to the floor, lie on the cold marble, and have her do with me whatever she wants. I can’t remember a time when I felt so much like putty in another person’s hands. And here I stand, in a shower in a house in Neuilly, Paris’ fanciest suburb, trembling under the touch of a woman I didn’t even know six months ago, when I was too busy wallowing in post-break-up misery to even conjure up the thought of something like this ever being possible again.

I look into Camille’s eyes. Her hair is glued to her scalp and, because it’s wet, comes to her shoulders. I look at her and spread my legs instinctively because my body knows this is the time. Camille inches closer, looks back at me, and brings her hand between my legs. Then she enters me. The pure bliss that engulfs me is much more than just a physical sensation. It’s a sense of coming home to a place I’ve never been before. Of reuniting with a woman who is in my bones. Who is in the fabric of my very being despite only having known her for a few months. It’s the knowledge that between us everything just feels so right and it did so from the get-go. Maybe not from the very first minute we met, but certainly not long after.

Camille fucks me and even though it’s only her two fingers touching me, I feel it everywhere. Most of all, I feel it in my soul, or whatever part of me is being moved to tears by her fucking me with all her intention, with all that love on display in her eyes.

She brings her other hand between my legs as well and positions her thumb right above my swollen clit. Every time her fingers thrust up high inside me, making my breath hitch in my throat—every time she makes me hers a little more—her thumb brushes against my clit and I lose myself a fraction more. The fractions add up and soon I am panting at her fingertips, wholly at her mercy, waiting for the exhilarating heat that’s building in my core to spread through my body, for my clenched-up muscles to release, for the climax that’s been building for months to rip through me and leave me spent in Camille’s arms.