Miles growled out the last of his orgasm, still grunting hard as he slowed down the relentless movement of their fucking. He only realised now that they'd come at exactly the same moment - something so unique that he barely ever thought it possible. The fact it had happened made him smirk, and he kissed her hard, his stubbly chin brushing harshly against her face.
It seemed that the itch had been sated, and the dull headache in his head began to subside. He brushed the sweat soaked hair from her face as he looked at her with an odd look, wondering just the fuck he could find something so... animalistic and basic and yet feel so sated.
He suddenly realised they were up against the desk, and he picked her up, even as his legs were feeling somewhat weak. "There's something to be said about fucking your wife," he said with a chuckle, thinking it was a bit of a grand joke. It had seemed different to the night before.
He carried her over to the couch, falling into it even as he felt his legs give way under him, and letting her body cover his.