i cried out and the hand he 'd been using on my sweet spot stroked my face , fingers tracing my lips , giving me a taste of myself , the act of wild eroticism adding to my cli**x , bursting me to an explosion that went on and on , endless , taking me some place so pure i could only be , living in full communion with some divine kind of love that was a blend of our breath , our sweat , our juices , our touch and moan and - our everything .