The intrusion was startling as his cock slipped inside her. Hot and slippery as their skins were, they drifted over each other with barely a sensation of touching or pressure, but his presence within her was solid and intimate, a fixed point in a watery world, like an umbilical cord in the random drifting of the womb. Claire made a brief sound of surprise at the small inrush of hot water that accompanied his entrance, then settled firmly onto her fixed point of reference with a little sigh of pleasure.