He pictures her hair, her wild hair, splayed on a pillow. Her legs are against his shoulders, his hands on her feet. His thumbs press against her arches as he drives into her, and she’s so incredibly wet and tight. No one else has ever been inside her, no one but him. Her mouth falls open, a strand of hair misbehaving with the motion to drape across her lips. He wants to move it for her, but her toes are starting to curl and his fingers tighten on her feet. Her breasts move up and down with his thrusts, her perfect round nipples high in the air. She gives her head a brisk shake, tossing the hair aside, and presses her face into the pillow as he –