There was something to be said for watching someone find their climax. David always used to think people who said they did that were creepy, sort of. But he couldn't help but watch her, a little smile on his face even though it was hard not to want to bring himself off at the same time.
She was quiet, as she was about most other things, and he just watched her. The silk of her skin, the way her fingers clutched his t-shirt and the look on her face—god, the look on her face. Hold off. Hold off, he told himself, trying to keep from letting go himself. And, by some miraculous force of nature, he did.
When he noticed that she was coming back down, he arched his hips lightly to extract himself from her, letting out a little noise in response to that sensation, and gave her a little smile. Beautiful, he thought. Hardly a thought for a casual sexual encounter between two friends, but it was what it was and he couldn't take it back now.
She told him it was his turn and he pulled his lower lip into his mouth in response to the grin on her face. That... promised good things. He could tell.
“I was hoping you'd say that,” he murmured dumbly.