Felicia's free hand slid down his back, nails dragging lightly over his skin. She lifted her hips to meet him, taking him deeper.
The pace never quickened; he simply fucked her with that same measured intensity until another orgasm began to build low in her belly.
When it broke she came with a soft, broken cry, walls clenching around him. He followed a few thrusts later, burying himself deep and holding there while he pulsed inside her, a low groan vibrating against her neck.
They stayed joined afterward, his weight a warm, solid presence above her. Eventually he eased out and rolled onto his side, pulling her with him so her back was against his chest once more.
His arm draped over her waist, hand resting loosely just beneath her breast.
