I can't hold back any longer. As DaoShi thrusts inside me his final strokes; as my own body caves in and I come against his stomach, so do the sobs I tried to contain break free. Releasing the grasp on his buttocks, I bring an arm up to cover my eyes, and I cry. I wail, in fact, unashamed of how pathetic, how ridiculous this looks - crying in the arms of the man I love after he's made love to me, because I don't want to leave him, but must. He holds me tight, I'm crushed against his chest, the scent of his sweat assaulting my nostrils, the now so familiar aroma that is enough to make me feel at peace.
I love him so much. Did I ever know love before?