The feel of his mouth, his tongue moving over her was exquisite, and Jules was glad she'd taken the time to thoroughly groom before he'd come over. Having never fooled around with anyone to this degree before, she didn't know what to expect, as the pleasure she'd managed to bring herself over the years certain couldn't compare to the toe-curling magic Raziel was working between her legs. And when the orgasm washed over her.
There were no visions in her mind, the psychic energy blissfully quiet as her body seized with pleasure. As he kissed up her body, she slowly relaxed back against the mattress, her hands stroking over his hair and shoulders and back. And when he kissed her lips, she tasted herself on him, could see the blinding white light of their mingled auras.
Breaking the kiss, she nestled her face against the crook of his neck and murmured, "Please. I want you, Raziel." I love you, she thought, but she held those words back, instead urging him to sense them the way she was sure she sensed from him.