When he entered her she gave a loud moan. She took his free hand and pressed it to her mouth—he held it there, understanding her meaning. Being inside her was like being in a fantasy—never had he imagined they would become true. But her hair on his skin was real, the pressure of her body against his was real, her heat wrapped around him was most decidedly real. He felt a little numb with disbelief but it was wearing off, being chased away by pleasure as she clenched around him. Her free hand reached up to grasp at his shoulder, urging him to move, her nails digging into his skin. Her tongue darted out to lick at his palm, still covering her mouth. Martin felt himself throb in response.