Amazing didn’t really begin to cover it. Just her words drew a helpless moan out of him. Caius had the vague impression that he usually couldn’t get off when a woman was on top of him, like he had to control the pace in order to come, but he was getting closer and closer with each passing second. He’d given himself over to this completely, and of course Reagan would know just how to ride him. Caius’s hips moved with hers, lifting off the bed a bit as he pushed up to meet her body, and the tension in him grew. It was easy to see in his face -- Caius was well past the point of controlling his expression. His breathing got more labored, a few ‘yes’es and ‘ohgod’s slipping past his lips, and then he was there. Caius gripped Reagan’s hips, pulling her down tight against his body as he thrust his cock in to the hilt and let go with a low cry through his teeth. His back arched off the bed as pleasure flooded him. It was such an emotional relief that it made Caius’s throat feel too full and his eyes water, and it still felt so fucking good to get lost in for that stretch of moments before everything relaxed again.
Reagan cupped his cheek with one hand, pressing her forehead to his when he finally peaked. A soft gasp escaped her when he thrust deep and gods, it felt good. She continued to ride him through it, slower now as not to overstimulate him. When he began to relax, so did she, lowering her body against his and pressing her face against the crook of his neck. She could feel his heart racing in his chest pressed against her, the sound of his labored breathing next to her ear. Reagan didn't want this moment to end, didn't want to face the aftermath, or the harsh light of day in a few hours. She just wanted to stay here, pressed skin to skin, awash in the afterglow of great sex. Well aware that wasn't exactly possible, Reagan closed her eyes to try and memorize how all of this felt now, in case it slipped away from her later.
Once his climax was done, he wrapped both arms around Reagan’s body and just focused on breathing and letting everything slow down. It took a while for Caius’s mind to recover from the flood of pleasure and feelings and start to straighten itself out. He still stayed quiet for what felt like a long time after that, his thumbs slowly stroking Reagan’s skin. It had been a beautiful thing, and he was feeling all kinds of ways and it was confusing but kind of in a good way. If this was at all close to what their love had felt like, he better understood Reagan’s devastation at the loss of it. Caius didn’t want the moment to end either. Eventually he turned his head a bit to press his cheek against Reagan’s. “I want to come home,” he breathed to her. Even if he wasn’t completely himself again yet, he wanted so much more of this. New memories, all with Reagan.
The sound of his voice in the dark, in the midst of the floaty afterglow she was experiencing, sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. It took a moment for Reagan to comprehend what he had actually said, but once she did, she lifted her face to look down at him, reaching up with one hand to push her hair behind one ear to keep it from falling in his face. He could have meant a couple of different things. Maybe he simply meant he wanted his memories back so he could come home to her. It could have been a wistful thing. Or maybe he meant he wanted to come home now, despite his circumstances. Reagan didn't want to make any assumptions. She couldn't. Things felt too fragile in her chest right now and she wasn't sure she would withstand rejection, or disappointment. Her eyes searched his in the dark, aware that maybe there was a blossom of hope evident in her gaze. "Now?" she whispered, and found herself hoping that it was post-coital bliss that was bringing this on now. "Are you sure?"