It takes her an eternity to come down, and in that age and a day, he is all she knows. The sensation releases its grip on her like an explosion in reverse, her muscles relaxing one by one, her spine melting back to the sand, her hands going soft against his back. He's breathing like he's just climbed the stairs, and he can feel a flicker of worry from her, surrounded as it is by a golden glow of bliss.

She shifts, just enough to bring her lips into contact with his, the barest breath of a kiss, profoundly tender and as deep as the desert is wide.

You okay?

Goddess...