He enjoyed her little screech probably a little too much, but he never had to admit such to anyone, even her. He groaned her name as he came, unable to help himself. Nights like tonight he could only take so much teasing, and for once he just didn't have the patience or the state of mind to wait for her.
It took him a moment after he came to realize that she wasn't as relaxed and loose-limbed as he was now, and he felt a little pang--was it guilt? Whatever it was, he didn't like it, and he wanted her to feel the same as him.
He murmured something that sounded distinctly like a muffled apology against her neck, and he rolled slightly to the side, hand sliding down her side to slip down between her legs to help finish the job they'd started earlier.