For one that was often referred to as the coldest fish in the sea one of the innermost hidden truths about Squall Leonhart is that he absolutely loved making Rinoa happy. If the lion was physically able to give something to his angel he would move heaven and earth to make it so. He knew now that the thing Rinoa most wanted was to give her his release. As he slid his fingers through her silky smooth jet black hair, Squall knew it wouldn't be long before he gave Rinoa exactly what she wanted.<br/><br/>Incredible warmth began to fill up inside of his body as she coaxed him closer to the edge of the cliff. The silken lashes of her tongue up and down his length had him pulsating within her mouth.  His vision began to cloud as the same electricity from before surged through his legs. Unable to hold back his very audible moans, one final long lick of her tongue across his tip sent his eyes rolling back into his head.<br/><br/>"Rinoa... I'm... going to cum. Oh Hyne." Firmly holding her head with his hands full of her hair, Squall lost sight briefly as he let out a primal roar. His essence poured from his tip as Rinoa brought his pleasure to a blinding crescendo. Growling as he came repeatedly, he held her still as she pulled every warm drop from deep within him.<br/><br/>Needing a moment to come down from his powerful orgasm he let go of her hair as he moved to sit cross legged onto the bed. Suddenly pulling her nude form into his lap, he pushed her legs apart as his fingertips danced down her already moist thighs.<br/><br/>"Your turn." Came his deep, baritone voice as his fingers hooked inside of her panties and slid them easily down her legs. Pushing her legs apart further as he kept her snuggled naked and close in his lap, he drew the soft pads of his fingertips across her entrance. Teasing both the swollen little nub down there, and her moist petals, he hooked two fingers and entered her as his lips claimed hers once more in a searing kiss.