Her brain is nothing but white noise and she's beyond words. A steady stream of moans and grunts coming from her lips, breathing so fast and hard she can see flashes of color behind her eyelids. The only thing real is the feel of his hair between her fingers and she holds on as he pushes her closer and closer to the edge of that cliff. It's never as easy after the first time, but it's often more intense and this is no exception. Every inch of her pulled tight and about to snap.

When she does it's on a scream that she doesn't even try to stifle. Can't remember why she should have to. It hurts in the best possible way, like all her nerve endings firing at once and it washes over every inch of her skin. A hot flush down through her fingers and toes that shorts out everything else.