He applied pressure to her clit, working his hand in circular motions until he felt her clench on his cock, as shock waves raced through her, her body trembling beneath his. It was all he could take to hold on a second longer before he felt his balls draw up and he tumbled into the abyss after her.
Rolling onto his back, he took Lainey with him. Her face pressed into the curve of his neck, her breath hot against his already flaming skin. She murmured his name and an incoherent pleasure sound that washed over him like a warm blanket.
When his strength returned, he pushed up, cradling her in his arms. He carried her to the bathroom and set her down, keeping an arm around her waist as he flicked on the large tub’s tap.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded mutely, her body sagging into him, and her arms tucked up against his chest. In the mirror he could see the faint pink marks where he’d gripped her hard. By morning, evidence of their night together would be gone, with only memories to keep him going.
He tested the temperature and helped her into the bath, disposing of the condom before following her and drawing her back to his chest. Her head rested against him, the length of her hair swirling in the water as the tap ran. Tracing circles on the inside of her thigh, his mind whirred with tomorrow’s possible outcomes.
“Stop thinking,” she said, grabbing his hand and interlacing her fingers with his. “Everything is going to be fine.”