He's following her not too far behind, the way she clenches rhythmically around him, almost matching the quick pace of his thrusts, tipping him over the edge. Mouth hanging open, his fingers curl tight into her skin, gripping the edge of the tub as he fucks her harder, and a few seconds later he's coming inside of her.

His mind goes blissfully blank, like it did before, except it feels so much more intense now, so much more complete. He nearly loses the notion of who or where he is, let alone what he's scared of, unaware that he's crying out her name while he keeps moving throughout his orgasm, steadily filling her up until his come's spilling out of her, staining her thighs and the bath water both.