"Thought I was supposed to shut up," I say simply and quietly, in the midst of a sharp gasp that comes from him pushing into me. It's trailed by a soft moan and I grip onto his forearms, nails digging half-moons in fair skin.

I close my eyes and swallow another sound that might suspiciously come out like a squeak. "Just where it was shallow enough. F'course, in m'dream," I gasp, words slurring. "We were floating without effort."