If there was a feeling sweeter than a woman orgasming around his dick, Gabriel didn’t know what it was. He’d experienced all sorts of sex through all kinds of animals, but nothing beat that rush of purely human greedy pleasure. “Yeah,” he panted as he kept moving with her. She probably couldn’t hear him, but that didn’t matter. “Fuck yeah, come for me --” Gabriel cut himself off as he hit his own point of no return. All of that tight throbbing and writhing was just too much. His breath hitched and he let out a strangled couple of groans as he spilled into the condom, the magical heat mixing with his biological heat and making everything feel like the most delicious fire imaginable. He unclenched one hand from the sheets under him to slip his arm around Zania’s hips, his head leaning forward into her chest as everything started to slow down.
It wasn’t until she started coming down from the high of orgasm that Zania picked up on the fact that Gabriel had come, but she didn’t feel bad about it. He’d fucked every other thought out of her brain and there was something to be said for that. Her hips slowed then stilled as she leaned into him, one hand dropping to hold his head where it rested against her breasts. He could probably hear her heartbeat, loud and fast, her breathing heavy to match it. The room no longer felt chilly. In fact, she’d managed to work up a light sheen of sweat. Zania hummed happily. “I don’t wanna move,” she grinned, still panting softly. “Fuck.”
It was a soft and fuzzy sort of bliss, holding on to a gorgeous woman after they’d both peaked and were coming down again. Gabriel liked the way she cradled his head to her chest. Zania’s breathing was so soothing and human, he didn’t really want to move either. It was so tempting to try to stay inside of her, just roll them sideways so they could go to sleep entangled like they were, but Gabriel knew that wasn’t a great idea with a condom on. Or for long-term comfort. He gave Zania’s chest a few slow kisses before he turned his face up to smile lazily at Zania. “Me neither,” he murmured. Gabriel conjured up a sad puppy sort of face. “You ain’t gonna kick me out on my birthday, are you? You mind if I stay the night?”
“Gods, no,” Zania laughed softly, leaning in to kiss that silly sad puppy face. “I wouldn’t kick you out even if it wasn’t your birthday.” Maybe if he was some rando she’d picked up in a bar, but Gabriel had been more than that the second he set foot in her shop. She’d forced herself to take things slow and it was so, so worth it. She’d always assumed that if they made it to her bed, they wouldn’t be leaving before dawn. Unless, of course, it was to retrieve some dessert from the kitchen because that might sound good when she felt like moving again. Slowly she stretched, then carefully climbed off him to cuddle up next to him. As nice as it was to have him inside her, it wasn’t going to last and they might as well get comfortable.
Gabriel grinned, because that was the perfect answer, and he gave Zania a little squeeze before she started climbing off. He disposed of the condom and shifted around to settle in next to her, more than happy with snuggles. From the top down, this had been a really good birthday, and he could only imagine that the pie and more naked cuddling with Zania would just be icing on the cake, so to speak. It was definitely a good consummation to this thing they had going on, and Gabriel was feeling sated and connected and really good about everything. It was the perfect way to spend a birthday.