The kiss sent a fire into his body, a pure, unadulterated sign that this was a very, very good thing.  Beyond good, the way her body cradled his, luring him closer, tighter and deeper into hers.  Her legs were wrapped around him, her arms around his shoulders as they thrust and moved in the mud and water.  He wasn't sure if the sounds were their bodies or the water, but it was music to his ears... and her kiss was the high crescendo demanding his attention.<br/><br/>Then, in a moment, he was there riding the emotions and pleasure with her.  His body seemed to move on its own, lost its mental connection and did as it wished and wanted.  The pleasures it sent shooting up his body for his soul to feast upon were beyond anything he'd imagined before.  He plunged deep into her, her body contorting to assure that beyond doubt.<br/><br/>And then she exploded.  Around his body she tightened, around his cock she became a vice.  Each short thrust - it was all his body could stand, flooded by pleasure - seemed to be ten of what had come before.  Her mouth was gaping open, her eyes fixated on his as suddenly his body decided, perhaps foolishly, to enter her completely again, ignoring the blissful agony of her body's constriction around him.  And then... he exploded.<br/><br/>It was as if the world suddenly shattered, leaving only their bodies wrapped around each other.  "Valla!" he yelled, his voice loud and echoing from the waterfall.  He felt himself flowing into her, thick and hot, as his body suddenly began to move quickly, ravaging her body as the orgasm caused his body to spasm.  When it was over, he laid there, buried inside this woman, his eyes locked on hers the entire time.  He brought his lips to hers, kissing her just as furiously as she did him, as if their joining was not enough to express the desire - or thanks - for what she had done for him.