Deeper...

"he poured it in her ear, the idea of him on top, slowing time down to enter her, convincing her that everything would stay between them, with his back to the air and her bottom on the mattress, their motions surrounded by the smell of love and fabric softner. she wanted him behind her, a position of trust, tossing aside suspicions of what he might do behind her back and how easily he could hide who else he might be thinking of. but he did not want to look over her shoulder, he wanted to be in her eyes, moving his hips in slow-clock wise rotation, making the cold stone expression on her face crumble. she'd been wearing her countenance that way since the first day they met, after one lover refused to stay inside her and another was so indecisive, she was forced to mount the problem and dominate. but no more. and she cried because he did everything he said he would do to her but when he was finished, he did not leave."
Quentin Huff