Feeling the way she pulsed around him with her climax was all the stimulation that Derek needed to find his own release. His hips stuttered, losing the rhythm, but continuing to move as he rode out his orgasm. After a minute or so, he stopped thrusting and simply held himself up over her, breathing heavily, beads of sweat clinging to his forehead.
He knew that he needed to pull out and dispose of the condom, but he didn't quite have the energy for that just yet. "Damn, Lydia," he breathed. "That was..." Well, he didn't really have the right words to describe what they just did. All he knew was that he would really like to do it again.