He would have liked to continue this. To stave off his own orgasm. To see just how long they could keep this up. But they were already approaching exhaustion. He could feel it, in himself and in her, and there would be a fine line between a pleasant ache tomorrow and nursing deeper bruises.

Gasping, he braced himself over her, shifting his grip on her hip as he held her against him, his own hips stuttering for a few moments more before he came with a strangled cry of her name.