.. . Then suddenly, with consuming thunder, he felt the first wave break over his slick body. Though she kept her hands around his head, he managed to break her iron grasp and his eyes rolled back. His voice, inarticulate and wondering, gave way to such sensations that he never imagined a human body could sustain without losing consciousness. Over and over, he felt himself bucking wildly underneath the weight of the woman who owned him; over and over, his hips thrust upwards, driving himself so deeply into her that he felt he never wanted to come out. Oceans of cold water poured over Julian Bashir, drowning him in icy fire. The cords, wet with his sweat, cut against him, rubbing the skin from his wrists, but the hot electricity of the raw skin on his arms only added to the intensity of what was breaking over him with the power of a tsunami. |