It's gradual, this time, a detonation that unfolds in slow motion, knocking down all her defences, one by one by one. He's here, holding her, moving in her, and all she wants to do is let this moment last for as long as she can. But her muscles are vibrating with the tension and she feels weak, sensation overloading her nerves, making her shudder and twitch beneath him. Her eyes are unfocused, but her hands never relax their grip. Her knees spread wide, instinct needing him as deep as he can go. He pushes her to the edge, and she trips and falls, knowing he's there to catch her. Knowing deep down in her bones he would never let her fall.