In between the moments of building euphoria, Eve had an errant thought that she might have to do a bit more healing to her wound, so she could fully explore this kind of intimacy with her husband.  The idea was only encouraged when he began to pump harder beneath her.  She wanted to drink him, to feel what it would be like to be under him, in front of him, around him.  He suddenly felt like a key component her life had always been missing.<br/><br/>It did not take long for his powerful strokes to have an impact.  Before she knew it, the aching lust in her lower abdomen was building to a complete crescendo, aided by the quick circles of her fingers against her clit.  Eve cried out as she toppled over the peak of her pleasure, shouting his name to the heavens as it happened.  The waves of her orgasm ebbed and flowed intensely, more so now than she had ever experienced before, and she road out their tumultuous tempo atop him, until they began to subside.<br/><br/>Once they did, she did not slow down or surrender.  Eve kept up her relentless pace, luring him into the heights of rapture with her.  "I want to feel it, Casey," She moaned, her voice more breath than tone.  "I want to feel you lose yourself inside me..."