[Arntonach]

There wasn't an inch of her that he didn't taste -- from the base of her throat to the curve of her waist to the backs of her knees to her candyapple-red toenails. And when he finally tasted the already damp petals of her womanhood, she tangled her fingers in his hair and arched her hips as the tremors of ecstasy shook her body. He felt each spasm as acutely as if she were connected to him.

As their bodies moved together he was rocked to his very soul at the intensity of the feelings that swept through him -- feelings that were by turns shaky, sure, gentle, savage, generous, greedy. With the last shreds of his self-control, he held on until he felt more tremors shake her body. Then he plunged deep and buried his face in her neck.

"Oh God Arch0wl," he groaned over and over as the lightning bolts of fulfillment shot through him. And as they clung together in the midst of spiraling fireworks, he found words welling up from inside -- words he didn't know had been lying in wait. "I love you, Arch0wl. I love you."