Marcie looked back at him, her face flushed and sweaty, clinging to his shoulder as they fucked, and gods, him watching her, it was everything. She felt a sharp pain in her nipple as his thumb squashed it, and angled her hips for more friction on her clit, and bit down on her lip as she felt heat rush through her like a wave. She came with a sob, and covered her mouth with her hand.
It was too much, the release of orgasm and the heartbreak, although she held her breath as her body arched and quivered against him, holding back tears until he was done. She wanted to beg him to stay, but her voice had gone.
“Marcie-” he gasped her name again as pleasure swept him away, the clenching of her muscles and twitch of her body all he needed to let go completely. So completely he’d forgotten to pull out, but as things were, if he had, he thought it might have broken both of them. It still felt so, so important to stay as close to her as possible, inside her as long as possible, especially as her face crumbled under her hand. He didn’t let himself collapse on top of her, but kept his arm braced beside her, supporting his body on top of her, and he kissed the hand that was pressed over her mouth, for want of any better idea to handle it, and then her cheek and her temple before resting his forehead against hers again, panting for breath.
She didn’t want to cry, she wanted to laugh and kiss him and dare him to go harder next time, but tears flowed down the sides of her face and into her hair as she gasped for breath, shuddering with emotion. How was she going to function without this, without him?
Marcie curled in towards Tragos, taking deep breaths to control her breathing, until she could take her hand away and not worry about making loud sobs. She lifted her hand to his face, sniffing back tears, or trying to. “I just need you so much,” she said in a cracked whisper.