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He groans out louder when she comes, her muscles tensing tighter around him, but what truly pushes him much closer to his edge is what she says - what she asks him, or orders him to do, he can't even begin to figure out, or care for that matter.

Thoughtlessly, he just does as she asks, his hand fisting her hair as he lifts his weight a little more onto his knees, pushing her weight forward in the process as he thrusts harder into her, burying his cock deep inside her with each quicker roll of his hips.

The near lack of control is as new as before, as exciting and terrifying, making him feel like he's just unleashed the reins entirely, and leaving him all too aware of what might happen.

But God, he doesn't care. She's hot and wet and clenching around him, her body's tensing and arching, trembling through her orgasm even as he keeps pushing deep into her, fucking her through her climax and not stopping even then - not stopping until he reaches his own too, practically crying out as he comes inside her.

She goes down on all fours, head pulled back by his grip on her hair as she practically slams herself back against him while he keeps fucking her, the aftershocks of one orgasm bleeding into the quick and surprising build of another climax.

She comes again when he does, gasping for breath as she reaches down between her legs to wring out every second of pleasure that she can from it.

His mind goes blissfully blank, his body working of its own accord as he keeps pushing inside her, skin slapping against skin as he rides her through his orgasm, spilling his cum inside her, filling her up until some of it is sliding down her thighs. Tension practically leaves him all in one go afterwards, his breaths heavy and audible, both his hands resting on the rug to both sides of her head, his eyes focused on her back as he keeps his body above hers, not yet daring to move.

"God."

That's about all he can manage without struggling too much for air right now.

"Mhm."

Trish can't manage much by way of words either, her mind fuzzy with afterglow as she rolls to the side to give him an opportunity to lie down next to her rather than hover above her.

He promptly takes that opportunity, very unceremoniously dropping his weight on the floor next to her, letting out a groan when the side of his body hits against the hard surface, even if the landing is softened by the rug.

Still working on steadying his breath, he lifts one hand up, brushing stray strands of hair away from her face with a languid and very much smitten smile on his face.

She laughs a little at his poor planning there, biting her lip as she smiles back at him. Damn this man is great in bed. Or the shower, or on the floor. He's great anywhere.

"I love you."

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At least the fall wasn't from too high, and with the mix of chemicals still traveling across his body, he doesn't even feel any ache or discomfort. If he had, he would've easily forgotten all about it when she speaks up.

"I know."

Yes, he's pulling a Han Solo there, so sue him.

"That was... wonderful."

Hand rounding her shoulder and sliding down her back, he shifts a little closer to her.

He just gave her two amazing orgasms, she'll allow him a Han Solo.

"The hair pulling was a nice touch."

Yes, she's teasing him a little but she does mean it. She liked it.

She wriggles a little close to him too so that she can give him a soft little kiss.

"You're amazing."

He almost says 'sorry' there, going so far as opening his mouth before he thinks better of it. Instead, he asks, after returning that soft kiss of hers.

"You didn't mind? I got a little carried away there. I didn't mean to... you know."

Hurt her, actually. Not that she seemed to be in any pain back then - far from it, even -, but still.

"If I minded I would've told you so."

He didn't even come close to hurting her.

"I like when you get carried away."

"Alright."

He figured she would, but still - no harm in making sure. Smiling, he lets his hand rest at the small of her back, thumb brushing lightly over her skin.

"It's all very new to me. This whole 'getting carried away' thing."

"I love that you ask."

She wants to make sure that he knows how much she values the fact that he communicates. That he lets her know what he wants and asks what she wants.

"And all things considered I think you are handling things incredibly well. But that might just be my multiple orgasms talking."

Things are already complicated enough as it is - or they used to be, anyway. Lack of communication isn't something they need, and it definitely isn't something they want. Especially now, after everything they've both been through.

Besides, he wants her to feel good, and for that reason he wants to hearing about every little thing he does that she loves, and what has the best potential to drive her crazy, just like he needs to know which things she wouldn't want him to do.

"I wasn't even trying for that, actually. But that was... hot. Incredibly hot."

"I definitely thought so."

Said with a wide, saucy grin.

"Feeling you pound into me like that was pretty incredible."

He smiles, entirely unable to keep the bashfulness that takes over his features, his eyelids dropping a little.

"Well, you-- asked me to. Very eloquently, too."

At this point he might just blush. Which is a stupid thing, considering what they've just done, but there you have it.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't sort of going for that bashful look there. She chuckles quietly and gives one of his blushing cheeks a kiss

"Felt more like begging on my end."

Despite the slight embarrassment, he tips his head up, pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss.

"I liked hearing it anyway. Very... very much."

It was incredibly arousing, that's what. It can't be much of a surprise to her either, considering how he reacted to it.

She lingers for a moment with her lips against his, as always loving the way it feels. He has such a great mouth.

"I know the feeling. I always love it when you tell me what you want, it's very sexy."

"I'll have to keep doing that, then. I do love it when you get all... you know. Eager."

He says that with a soft hum, pleased and a hint amused too, shifting a little closer until their bodies are pressed up against each other.

She pushes him onto his back so that she can rest her head on his chest, letting her legs tangle with his.

"The words you're loking for are 'desperately horny'."

He lies on his back easily, an arm settling around her side, hand sliding up her back, his legs parting a little to fit against hers.

"That, yes. I like that description more, actually."

She presses a few kisses to his chest, completely besotted with basically every single little thing about him.

"You tend to have that effect on me."

He hums, grinning lopsidedly as he glances down at her.

"I'm glad I do. Even if it used to be massively frustrating to me."

Used to be, not so much anymore. Not that he ever minded before, but he's definitely happy that pleasure is more of a mutual thing now.

"It was pretty frustrating for me as well."

Not to the same degree as him of course, but there had been moments when her need to give him what he was giving her had driven her half mad.

"Sorry. I tried not to make it so."

But he understands that it must have been, for all the pleasure he might have offered her. It's different, being able to share in that pleasure to its full extent.

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