I stared up helplessly as Coraline straddled me in the most intimate of ways. I stared up in awe at her profile, at the feel of her around me, and the fact that she was very definitely now in control, and not me -- and I really, really liked it. I was hard and deep inside her, and I was at her mercy.

I groaned as she shifted on top of me. I reached up and clasped her breasts with my hands but, really, it was all I could do. I almost wished I had more. The chance to kiss her, for instance.

But she moved. She rocked. Even if I had the sense to sit up so I could put my arms around her, a single shift from her would send me sprawling. I groaned and shuddered and called her name, as she had her way with me.