She was coherent enough to recognize that his answer rang so close to her own logic that she found difficulty faulting his words. If pressed, she likely would have given a similar answer and that was precisely why they were so compatible, his expertise with the female body aside. She could easily ride his face to orgasm, but she needed him. Specifically, she needed the version of him that she only got when he was buried deep inside her, when all of his masks seemed to fall away. 