Keeley was positive she was going to be sore and bruised in the morning but she didn't care. This was worth the bruises and aches. Plus, she thought the bruises always looked cool the next day. But she was odd like that. She viewed bruises from Quidditch in a similar fashion. Being bruised meant that she was doing things properly. Or in this case, Adrian was doing her properly.
All it took to send her over the edge was the slight shift of her leg. The resulting friction was just what was needed to make the tension that had been coiling inside her snap. She cried out as her walls pulsed around him. Her orgasm was intense enough that she almost didn't notice that Adrian had finished moments after her.
She was out of breath and flushed. Keeley tried to even out her breathing as her body came down from it's high. She hadn't expected her night to end this way but she sure as hell was not about to complain.