She wasn't sure whether he spoke aloud or she heard his thoughts, but she whimpered and rubbed against him more urgently, feeling another climax building quickly even as he slipped inside of her.  They moved together so perfectly, so sinuously, even an observer would have struggled to sort out where one began and the other ended.  For her, there was no separation, they were two halves of one whole that was only complete when he was buried inside of her.