Daphne's lithe frame leaned against his as his upper body kept him held upright. He needed that support, as Daphne's hand started to work him just that much harder, and he let out a gasp of surprise at just how hard she was working him.
His own hands didn't seem to be working terribly well, even as the hand between her legs brushed against her soft folds. But before he could concentrate on her, he felt his blood stirring and he moaned against her lips.
She was everything he needed right now, letting him relax and escape into desire and pretend that nothing else mattered outside of this moment. Miles wasn't pretending, as nothing beyond the touch of her hand against his skin mattered any more.
He felt her thumb brush once more over the head of his cock and he thrust into her hand, shuddering suddenly as he came. His lips broke away from hers, his jaw clenching as his head fell back and he shot into her hand, the water instantly washing away his release.
He thrust again and again, each time feeling her dainty hand urging every last drop from him. He was spent quicker than he realised, and he felt utterly exhausted for such little effort, but he managed to get his breathing under control as he grasped the back of her neck and kissed her hard.