when john started to lick the frosting from his fingertips , she caught sight of his tongue and for a moment , she felt a stirring in her body -- memories of lash crushed the fragile bloom between her legs , the images taking her back to that bedroom , back to him on top of her , forcing her legs apart with his hard hands -- `` oh , fuck ... '' lunging off the bed , she scrambled to the toilet and just barely made it in time .