"I love you, Matt," she moaned. "I love you. You're so big it hurts me. Oh, God, I love you, Matt."

And then lying on top of her that morning after making love all night, her hand seeking my cock, squeezing it with both her hands until I was breathless.

I stroked her breasts slowly while our tongues met and her body arched higher and higher.

"Aaah," she moaned until our flesh was crawling with delight and I put myself into her slowly and I slowly stroked her, feeling our bodies slowly passing into each other. I eased myself in and out of her, kissing her nipples, sucking each nipple slowly, stroking my cock slowly, feeling her soft buttocks starting to turn and thrash in my hands.

Now her nipples were big and hard and round in my mouth, her hips writhing and turning from side to side. I felt our bodies rising higher and higher, seeking the peak of exquisite ecstasy.

The longing rose higher and higher in both of us. It couldn't last. I wanted it to rise higher and higher, last longer and longer, forever. I felt as if all the blood had drained out my skull. I was soaring. She moaned and cried like a dying animal, grinding her hips into mine, dragging her lips across my face.

"Oh-ohohohohoh!" She cried and then her voice stopped and her mouth opened wide on no sound. Her teeth chattered as if cold and then she screamed my name: "Oh, Matt! Matt! Matt! Matt!"

It was a hell of a tough game coming up that Saturday, Philadelphia, with Schrunz at guard knocking down everyone who tried to get to you in the slot, and Schrunz looking at you in the locker room the next day saying, hey, take it easy, Scallen. Don't leave your best game in the sack. Who's she this week?