I don't know if it's her nails or my name, but something pushes at me and I rock into her that much harder, head dropping to bury against the curve of her neck. It hasn't actually been that long since I got here, since I last saw Callie even, but it feels like a lifetime. I nearly forgot how good this feels, the electric charge crawling over my skin and down my spine, except I can't forget about it for a second. I think about it constantly, but thinking doesn't hold a candle to what it's really like, the way she pulls around me and the sounds she makes.

But when my hands close on Ellen, she feels like she's there. Moving, but solid, real, underneath me as I arch my back into her hands. I know there's no way I'm gonna last long, and I think a fervent prayer she'll be as quick as me or miraculously not mind, and then I forget to care about that and pray instead for this to last longer, to let me just keep fucking her, or else for the end to come at once.

It's a miracle I last even as long as I do, my arms shaking and fingers digging into her thigh as I gasp against her skin, and the world goes white and blank and perfect, then hot-red behind my tightly shut eyelids, blood rushing in my ears. I feel everything, every bit of it, every inch of her stretched under me, and none of it registers. There's nothing there but the liquid heat, draining everything from me, good and bad, before and after, until I just about disappear.