And it turns out that he can actually feel it, a curious but uniquely enjoyable sensation, that ripple of heaving laughter which actually makes Gwenaëlle clench even harder around his dick, and it’s ridiculous and infectious and not what he expected but it tips him right over the edge, Stephen thrusting into her one last time, his face buried in the crook of her neck with a moan as he lets go.
Just emptiness, and pleasure, and warm fond amusement, and a satisfying ache.
Once that cresting wave finally ebbs, it leaves him collapsing over the sheets in a boneless sprawl over her, an arm still slung around her, half-gasping and half-laughing. Listen, he’d just never had to consider those logistics before —
“Jesus christ,” he says, and, “My timing’s terrible,” but he’s too amused, a little giddy, euphoric with sated pleasure.
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Just emptiness, and pleasure, and warm fond amusement, and a satisfying ache.
Once that cresting wave finally ebbs, it leaves him collapsing over the sheets in a boneless sprawl over her, an arm still slung around her, half-gasping and half-laughing. Listen, he’d just never had to consider those logistics before —
“Jesus christ,” he says, and, “My timing’s terrible,” but he’s too amused, a little giddy, euphoric with sated pleasure.