Oh, how quickly she made his blood rush to his head in a splendid way. Or was it -away- from it and down? ...he wasn't sure anymore, especially when her hips grinded against his.

Everything pulled out cries and moans and whimpers from him as he whrited under her. There were incoherent beginings or middles or ends of random words. There was definitely blood just rushing everywhere. Thinking when -she- was on top of him like this? Impossible.