Once again the air around them burst into lights and colours, like Whinyates’ rockets, exploding in some other world as two lovers rode together through a whirlwind of ecstasy.
Finn discovered he was holding Hecate’s hand tightly, and her gaze met his through the brilliant display of magical energies.
He caught his breath as his cock softened. “Hecate, love. Did I hurt you?”
“Oh no.” She sucked in a breath. “That was…it was magnificent, Finn.”
He sagged, exhausted but relieved she was all right. And with regret, he let himself slide from her body on a little waterfall of their combined liquids.
Falling to her side, he chuckled. “I’ve heard it said that good loving can be explosive. This most certainly qualifies. I just wasn’t expecting to see real stars to go with it…”
She laughed. “Yes, that was unexpected. But given that it was all so wonderful, I can’t say I’m surprised.”
“Will it happen every time?” He turned his face to her, watching her expression of joy and—dare he put a name to it—love?
“Well now, I don’t know.” She appeared to give it some thought, then grinned. “I suppose we’ll have to try again and find out.”
