Sea Lion Shores the sun is gone, but i have a light

he leant into her; the breath of the man against her neck caused mona to tense, then to relax, her eyelids falling to half-mast. it was good, yes, good, this thing; she had been so starved for it she had not known it was what she needed. until him, this nameless creature who responded to her as she did to him. and for this time, mona was able to forget: a true blessing in the face of all she had suffered.
her own caresses became firmer, insistent; she sought his warmth, his mouth, laving his lips with tremulous kisses, pressing herself against the line of his body, until at last she seemed to return to herself, and drew away. murkwater eyes darkened with the overwhelming nature of what had gone on, mona realized she was not yet ready to end them, that she wished more, but knew not how to articulate this.