She was hopelessly addicted. If she didn't show up at his door the next night, or the night after that, it'd be a shock. But she did regret one thing, and that was that their intimacy would come to that inevitable conclusion.

She clutched him tigheter, her fingers digging into his shoulders when he started moving more furiously, belting out a loud cry of his name as she rode him wildly, but never letting go. When he finally pushed her over the edge, she let out a shrill, short shriek and collapsed against him again, clinging to him as she let out a series of moans while her body clenched around him through the waves of bliss.

Even when it was over she didn't loosen her hold from him, as if she feared she'd feel that ectasy run through her again, shivering as she panted against him, her hair in wild disarray from their exertion, and she all but floated on -clouds- made of his body.