Now she straddled him again, took his hand, and closed it over her, his thumb along the cleft of her buttocks, his fingers spread across the labia. As she began to lower herself, the images came pulsing back, the faces, fragments of neon arriving and receding. She slid down on him and his back arched convulsively. She rode him that way, impaling herself, slipping down on him again and again, until they both had come, his orgasm flaring blue in a timele
ss space, a vastness like the matrix, where the face
s were shredded and blown away down hurricane corridors, and her inner thighs were strong and wet against his hips. (P. 33).