From that position he reaches around my knees to grasp my sides, to kneed my belly, to run his fingers down my hips. His eyes are steady on mine, and they have turned the dark almost-brown green, slightly filmed over, that they always do when we fuck. He kisses my knees again, then spreads them and releases my feet from underneath him. He draws his nails down the inside of my thighs as I spasm, then moves his mouth, up, between my legs. His tongue is hot, and the way it moves says he will not control himself much longer.