Muscles burned and his body trembled even as Rigs felt his heart beating away with rapid thumps. His chest rose and fell quickly too, breath all but stolen as he struggled to keep focus on every roll of his hips. Mike's mind was awash in waves of unadulterated bliss, and while forming coherent words was well beyond his reach the man moaned lewdly without any shame. She made him feel alive, and desired. A rare combination for a guy who had thought his life was all but over. Just the thought that soon Jimmy would be his wife still left him reeling in awe, and her own moan echoed out across the living room any hope of holding on faded away.
His own orgasm struck swiftly; that body of hers drawing out pleasure as she fluttered and tightened around his pulsing length. When the last of his seed was finally milked free, and O'Hare's vision stopped blurring, he gazed down at her for a moment before softly kissing her lips again. With a warm, exhausted, smile he pulled away at last. Collapsing on the couch beside her and just wrapping an arm around Jimmy's waist.
"Think I lost feeling in my good leg, babe...may need to rest right here for a bit with you."