Then she started to squirm. Her hips began to move in a more uniformed rhythm as her hands in his hair gripped him hard. He still did not stop. He stayed at the same speed, not going faster, nor was he slowing down. He did not plan to break the rhythm at all. She did not want him to stop at all. But… but her legs…
"I can't… my legs… I can't… I'll fall." Her voice was nearly incoherent, but Gideon understood her. Feeling her legs trembling and as though it was about to melt into a puddle, Vera clung onto his shoulders.
He pulled away and Vera nearly cried out. She did not want him to stop even if she ends up fainting.
She looked down to tell him to continue when she saw him moving back down. Vera was so confused as she looked down at him, still panting so heavily from the high.
