He's tasting her sweat, driving her out of her mind with each brush of his fingers.

"I can't..." And then he's kissing her and she's breaking.

Heat and pressure coalesces into a single point of light behind her pelvic bone, and he's still kissing her. Each thrust is perfection, each kiss a taste of heaven.

It's only a matter of moments before she feels the detonation unwind in a slow, pulsing wave, tearing a long, loud, raw sound from her throat.