he placed one hand on the bed and the other on the side of my face , making sure that i stared straight into his eyes as we both came . and she definitely did n't want to . with that , he collapsed back groaning , then reached for the water jug and was violently sick into it . an old habit to keep his fingers distracted in stressful moments . they went back and forth , voices rising and lowering . she did n't even pause ; she let the air rush from her lungs , gave it all to him . 