"It is just," Teja moans, "happening! Like a long wave -- bearing me up! Ahhhhhhh, this is good!!"

He moans twice, thrice more; then his back arches strongly, and he feels himself spill, sweetly and hotly, as if from the bottom of his being.

It seems to last forever; only after forever has been and gone does he sprawl, bonelessly, wordlessly, panting.