[Handfuls to fondle, to squeeze and to feel how the generous fat adjusts to his wandering touch. The way her hair falls seems to frame them, to make this moment even more private and secret than it is, already hidden away behind locked doors.]

Oh, but I wonder if I should take it as a challenge to endure ["endure"] the pace you're setting for me now? A great detective never shies away from one.

[...He says this as he, naturally, as he arches himself up and into her, twice in succession and quickly the wonderful feeling of really sinking in deeply as she bounces atop him like little fireworks along his nerve endings.]

Then again, I am often called impulsive by others...