he who hesitates is toast

He's saying her name over and over and that as much as anything, as much as his hand tracing electricity over her skin, as much as the sweet press of his hips as he pushes deep, as much as his hot mouth on hers –

All of it together ties up a stack of dynamite deep in her gut and then strikes a match. She goes up almost without warning, crying out as wave after wave shakes through through her system and her vision whites out.