he who hesitates is toast

It can't last, no matter how much she wants it to. He feels too good and she's too overwhelmed, every nerve lighting like she's feeling each touch for the first time. She doesn't know if it's her near-death experience or her newly rebuilt spinal cord or his touches and kisses that are driving her wild, but she's soon cresting the wave of pleasure as it rushes through her.

Every muscle tightens, every nerves lights, tingling and sparkling, as she cries out and allows herself to ride the edge, as she squeezes him and grips her fingers into his hair, hard and firm, trying to bring him with her.