He released.
The warmth arrived inside her ass with the specific, comprehensive fullness of a man whose balls had been carrying several hours of accumulated intention—a flood, dense and scalding, filling her interior with heat that moved through her walls and registered in her spine and her stomach simultaneously. Her body received it and her body clenched around it, the involuntary grip of walls accepting what they'd been given, and the gripping produced more warmth, and the warmth produced more gripping—
Her eyes went white.
Not the edges-white of rolling. The full, complete, bilateral white of eyes that have closed their operational register entirely—both pupils disappearing upward, the irises going, just white showing between her lashes.
Her head dropped back.
The full weight of it—falling back onto his shoulder, her neck going completely slack, her enormous head resting against him with the total, boneless trust of someone who has lost access to the voluntary muscle groups.
