It was just the tiny jolt she needed, catapulting her into a long pulsing orgasm that hung her in space, a space just full of him and her, dazzling and totally uncontrolled and dancing with lights. It was so primitive she cried out, earthy and brutal he fucked her through it, thrusting up with driving blasts that kept her spasming around him.<br/><br/>She felt him cum, bathing her with quick blasts of pure heat, her own pulses gentling gradually around him. Opening her eyes she watched him, seeing the freedom and raw explosion of his animal self. He'd gone to where she had and she stroked him, now purposely squeezing him inside her, milking him, her fingers pinching his nipples lightly and feeling his heart pound under her hands.<br/><br/>As he came back into awareness she found herself caught in his eyes. Not exactly sure what was going on here she realised a door had been opened between them that would never be closed – that the past meant nothing now to what the future had wrapped in it. Leaning forward she kissed him. And although their tongues intertwined the gentleness and comfort made her eyes full with tears.<br/><br/>He was still buried inside her, she didn't feel heavy and replete, rather energised and alive and as she sat back up, feeling him move within her she laughed, the joy of the moment bubbling up, "Wow......." she grinned, "We should have done that years ago...."