And the way he says my name in the silence of me waiting. And the way his hips move when I tell them to. And the way my hands run over his skin. And the way his ass presses up against me. And the way our thighs graze and grind and rub. And my hair in our eyes. And the dampness of the sheets. And the sounds we don’t know we make. And the flush on my cheeks and chest. The way our eyes lock. The way his feet flex and curl. The way my belly shakes. The way our fingers intertwine. And the way he tastes of me.