When the pressure comes back it has a completely different quality: the sudden and overwhelming awareness of nakedness. She has stepped out of her clothes, and now I can feel her in that absolute sense that comes with the first touch of skin on skin. Very slowly she draws me to the bed, her tongue on my lips and in my mouth with each step, my hands at last discovering the curve of her back, buttock, the side of each breast. She turns again, presses back into me, draws my fingers on a full, emphatic tour. Touch here. Hold. Explore. Good, now here...and here...Harder. Here. All yours. We’re shaking as if we’re cold, but we’re not. This is a desperation I have not known in years.