Swollen flesh of her breast, the salty taste of her skin. Apples and mint. The nipple rolling under your tongue like a mountain. Her breathing roughening. Her stomach quivering.

She spread her legs, pushed your head down. “Tongue. Down here.”

She tasted delicious. Tangy and salty. Which was weird. Sherry and Nora and Tarika and Caitlin had tasted, you know, fine, but not like this. She was wet and hot and, like, pure around your tongue. It wasn’t even like you were doing something—you couldn’t tell where your tongue stopped and her cunt started, and the rest of your own body seemed very far away. But her body—her trunk that squirmed, her feet that came up off the table and stroked the back of your head and then kicked out, her lungs that sucked in air and held it and pushed it out, her hands that ran through her hair and then yours and then grabbed the table behind her head, her ass that lifted up to your mouth and fell again—her body was all that was real.

“Tongue and fingers, now,” she whispered. “Please, Gary. Please let me come.”

The first time her breath caught and her cunt throbbed and her thighs gripped your head, you still weren’t sure, because she didn’t make any noise, and because when you started to back off, her hand snaked around the back of your head and pushed you back in. You’d been doing all these fine, whispery things with your tongue, but now you could tell she needed more, and then you were licking like crazy, your tongue like an eel, a wet slab coming down and in and over again and again, and you were drinking her up. Three fingers pushing in and just holding, firm against the wall of her vagina. And the second time, she let out a sob, and her cunt squeezed your knuckles together hard enough to hurt, and then you could feel it, white light flooding in from all sides, filling her up, filling you up. You didn’t even have a body at all anymore, there was just her, the light filling her, and you’d never felt that good. As if something that had been sleeping inside you since you were born woke up and said: I want that.

“Okay,” Sophie said a little later. “Stop. It’s midnight. We have to go.” She pushed herself up off the bed and flung her arms around your shoulders and kissed your cheek, her hard nipples pushing into your chest. “Thanks,” she breathed into your ear.