She moaned out as he withdrew, panting, her inner muscles desperately clutching him in vain. And then he thrust into her, and she was somewhere else, bound, made up, on top of him. Her hips rolled in response to him, and she moaned again, eyes closed, his two selves thrusting into her two selves. She pressed against the wall with every thrust, pulled away as he withdrew, powerless beneath the onslaught, him driving her higher, further up, further away from reality. he water raining down on them forced her even higher, each droplet a small impact on oversensitive skin. She was close, again, holding on by finger tips. She waited, for his permission, for his command.