No matter how powerfully the young wizard moved, it was with a reserved hand.  In the back of his mind, despite the haze of lust, and heady pleasure, there remained a constant whisper.  Take care not to hurt her.  Above all else, take care not to hurt her.  But even with his caution, their joining was fervent.<br/><br/>He could feel her body's every tense, every twitch on the way to her climax.  It was an erotic dance that might've left his mouth dry and his eyes wide at another time, and place.  And she rode it out.  But it didn't stop.  His own pleasure was building.  A familiar knot of pleasant tension, deep in his viscera.  Radiant pleasure, renewed with each passing glide of sex-slick flesh on flesh built upon a mountain of physical anticipation, 'til his own upward thrusts became ragged, and off-tempo.<br/><br/>He swelled inside of his lover, enjoying a moment of bliss so fantastic that it glided the razor's edge between pain and pleasure, before he too toppled over into the golden abyss of climax.  He twitched, and groaned, clamping her hips firm to his as he emptied himself within her, and when he had given his last, he lay, sweating, panting, and smiling up at his wife.  "Gods..."  He breathed, at a loss for words.  His hands let loose their grip, and slid up to his lover's torso, before he wrapped her in his arms to bring her back down against his chest.