“Yes, exactly.” She smiled against his cheek, pressing her breasts to his chest.

“This is how we make love, our flesh, in and out…” The sound of their wet coupling filled the room. “But we’re making love, all of us, all the time.” She felt him listening-his whole body was listening-and she took advantage of the teaching moment. “My breath. Your breath. In and out. That’s how we make love to the divine. It’s no different.”

Her lips trailed across his jaw, leaving soft, warm kisses toward his ear. “Spirit is everywhere. It isn’t up there or out there. It’s in here. In me. In you. Our flesh, joined.

One.”

His hands tightened on her behind, pressing in deep, making her gasp and moan. At the sound of her pleasure, his cock swelled inside of her.

Holly hid her smile against his neck. “But we don’t have to talk about it. We can just feel it.” She used the tight, velvet muscles of her pussy to squeeze him, making his head rock, side to side, his eyes closing in blissful agony.

“And it doesn’t always look like this,” she murmured, urging him over with her, pulling him on top of her. He looked surprised but pleased by the change, propping himself above her. “Sometimes it’s raw. Animal. You know that feeling? That wild man feeling you told me about?”

He nodded, his eyes so hungry they filled her with heat. “I feel that, too. And I want to feel that from you.”

“You do?” he asked, cautious.

She arched, bit her lip, grabbed his upper arms and squeezed. “God, yes!”

“Oh Holly,” he groaned, his cock throbbing, literally throbbing, between her legs.

She rarely felt such urgency anymore, and it made her melt.

”Show me!” she urged, pulling him closer, her teeth lightly raking his shoulder.