It was... strange, yet utterly familiar, like a body part that had been numb for hours suddenly came back to life. Her hands on his brea... no, his hands on his... no, his hands on her breasts, his cock in her womanhood. He had been here before, yet it was definitely the first time. Her psionics were really screwing with his sense of self, but he didn't care, gently pinching her swollen, hard nipple and tugging, feeling the explosion of painfilled pleasure in his chest as he continued rolling his hips, knowing THAT pleasure had no pain, only extreme pleasure. His lips found the most exotic of tastes on hers, and for each kiss it seemed to change. He let go of her breasts, a bit regretfully, feeling that she had released her anti-gravity to enjoy the feel of them pressing against his palms so they were delightfully heavy and full, perfectly between firm and soft, and moved his hands down to her hips, cupping the very firm, powerful muscles in her ass, feeling his own caress even as she purred in delight.<br/><br/>It was not going to take that long to reach a climax, but being able to stop was going to be a major problem, he could feel that already.