Her heel in his backside snapped him out of his panic. He'd changed too much too fast and she'd noticed. His hand came around to grab at her arse. She'd reassured him to keep going at his pace. He was thankful. He cock was aching, begging him for the release he somehow tried to circumvent in the chase for a simultaneous orgasm.
He sped back up driving himself into her wetness. "Etta." He couldn't hold out any longer letting out a yell that seemed to empty his entire being into the void of the room. He kept pumping until the release finally came, feeling it drain from him. He came down kissing her neck, her chest, any exposed skin his lips could reach.