Despite Hedwig's urge, Danny continues to fight it. He doesn't do it to be an ass, he does it to make this last as long as possible. Every extra moment is another connection, another movement of Hedwig's hips that sends him another notch up the track.

But every roller-coaster reaches its highest point sooner or later before it's forced to come crashing back down.

Danny's breath gets caught when the orgasm hits him, like he's in a free fall, his back arching in seeming slow motion, fists wrenching at his bedsheet until it almost tears. Time catches up suddenly and his hips begin to buck and grind erratically, hard and deep, way beyond his control. And then the hot, bittersweet tsunamis of pleasure start to rack through his body as Danny finds his voice again.