She was right, of course— it was silly of him to expect or hope that he could get her to come before or at the same time as him. So as she urged him to let go, he did just that, the tension in his body shifting and seeping out of him as he moaned, thrusting hard into her a few more times until he reached climax.

His hand moved away and curled around her waist her instead, lifting her up and closer to him while he kept moving through his orgasm, spilling himself completely into her. His hips rolled in quicker and more frantic movements, moans and cries turning to relieved gasps as he eventually started to slow down, body softening and practically sinking down on top of hers. "Mary..."