Post-orgasm, he felt hypersensitive and overstimulated, but still stayed where he was in her. Staying connected felt more important than any physical sensation. Any separation from her was unacceptable. Universe-allowing, for the rest of his life.

Okay, there, holovidguy, he thought wryly. But he didn't really care. This felt like nothing ever had in his life. And he knew better than to lose it out of fear of losing it.

He shouldn't speak; the thing rising in his chest wasn't good pillow talk, could be selfish in making things about himself, turning this into a confession… but he was also determined never again to lie to her, and holding back felt like a kind of lying… and… connection… honesty…

Still working to catch his breath, he murmured, "That's the first time I've ever done that because I wanted to."