Aiko's crashing orgasm almost blind sided him completely. Too caught up in her, in her taste and the feeling of her skin. At first, he thought the shivers were because he hit a good spot and kept trying to hit it. When she siezed up, pulled her lips away and left him with empty air, he figured what was what. From the sound of it, it was coming like a freight train.<br/><br/>Tarrok looked her in the eyes when they opened back up. They were just so open, so totally inviting and welcoming. Part of him wanted to fall in and never climb back out. They held no secrets from him, no agenda or petty scheming. People kept saying that the eyes of a person were the window into the soul. All he could see was flawless, innocent faith in himself.<br/><br/>He kept going as Aiko's orgasm wracked her petite body. His arms held just a little tighter, a fraction more snug through the intense waves. Then he went slower, longer, easing down his speed as she continued to squirm and writhe. Slowly, he eased his position back until he was laying flat on his back. Drawing himself in, he would bring her into a full bodied embrace. His hands roamed, gently caressing her slender form. Tarrok wanted her, all of her, wanted to touch every inch of her with every inch of him. Oh, and as she calmed down he'd gently start stroking her head.<br/><br/>He eased the tongue lashing, just a little, in case she wanted up for a breath of air. Tarrok fully intended to bring her down as gently as possible from the orgasmic high, landing like a feather. If he had done this right, she would be close to insensate for a bit.<br/><br/>When she returned to her wits, she would find him looking down at her. With the sort of small, proud smile he'd never have let anyone else see.