Every touch of his lips was a spark of color behind her closed eyelids, eliciting a hitch in her breathing, a skip in her heartbeat.
And Then she was naked form the waist down (she didn\'t particularly care, how, or why), thighs parted willingly beneath strong hands – and all was color, even as her eyes snapped open. All was running through the grass in the wee hours of the morning, feeling the dew between her toes; the sun on her face; the wind in her hair as she pushed 90 down a highway in the dead of night; – everything beautiful she\'d ever known, all condensed into these beautiful, mounting moments, focused on that one part of her body. It was agony and ecstasy; it was more than she could take. The sounds she uttered were like prayers, though it was he who worshipped at her temple.
As experienced as Tom was with women, he was wrong about Vivianne. She hated her body. All skin and bones; too tall, too thin. She couldn\'t stand to look at herself in the mirror mot of the time, much less explore it. Her mother had been to ill to teach her about the birds and the bees; everything she knew of sex she knew from movies, and from snatches of conversation she\'d heard in the halls of her high school (and, of course, from Morgaine, who\'d seen it as her sovereign duty to explain things to the teenager – who had blocked most of the extremely awkward conversation from her memory), and from dreams – all of which were confusing, muddled, and mostly forgotten upon waking.
These, and a little boy\'s screams in a basement, heard through walls of concrete. Tears, and song, and the crippling silence when the screaming stopped.
Her fingers almost did, in fact, tear his hair out by the roots as she came, however, a wave of the purest ecstasy tearing fiercely through her small body. Her back arched, pressing against his face, and she cried out wordlessly. She saw stars – which faded into nothing as she coasted, her glistening body shuddering as she rode out the smaller waves of pleasure which followed in the wake of the first. Gradually, reality faded back in, and her grip on his hair loosened as she panted, exhausted, awestruck, and looking for all the world as if she\'d been hit by a truck.