Lifting himself on his knees, he looked half-crazed, grey pupils blown open, chin glistening, and a looming cock. He needed her. She had been here, but not for months now. They barely touched, when he was used to having her almost daily. He needed her now. He needed to be surrounded by her. To feel her skin. Her body. Her thick thighs wrapped tightly around him—thighs that simultaneously always made him feel safe and his cock hard. He needed to be inside her. Deep. Buried to the root.