If Max had learned one thing about women's pleasure it was that it was best to let them set the pace and failing that, keep that steady pace that seemed to get them going in the first place. Changing tactics when a woman was close had rarely gone well but fortunately he'd gotten better at reading the room over the years and it had become more instinctual than anything. The only thing he still wasn't sure about was when a woman was faking it and when she wasn't because damn, chicks were good at that. He never understood why they would, push for more pleasure instead, damn it! Tonight it really didn't feel like he was with a woman who'd pretend to get off just to get him out of there, he was pretty sure Bailey was perfectly capable of just kicking him out and letting him know this wasn't working. It seemed to be working though, for both of them, and he moved to grab her hair once she moved down, keeping a tight grip as he kissed her back greedily.
Bailey had faked plenty of orgasms in her life, mostly when she was younger and hadn't yet grown tired of stroking a man's ego while she got nothing in return. Now it was just boring and irritating and she had learned to take control of sex and get what she needed. It didn't always end in mind blowing orgasms, but somewhat satisfying was still better than being sweaty and sore for nothing. She knew Max was letting her do her thing now, which was appreciated because she was getting closer to the edge, especially with his hand tight in her hair and his mouth on hers. Bailey rolled her hips harder, starting to pant softly against his mouth as the heat began to build and intensify. Pressing herself more firmly against him, there was just the right amount of pressure brushing against her clit and Bailey clenched her eyes shut, resting her forehead to his as she worked herself closer and closer, her soft gasps turning into sharper cries. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the fact that she hadn't had sex since moving home... hell, maybe it was the simple knowledge that she was fucking a man she'd arrested years ago. But it all seemed to combine to make one hell of an orgasm and Bailey ground her hips to his as she came. With her body shuddering, Bailey's cries caught in her throat and she pressed her face down against Max's neck to enjoy the experience while she could.
Max gave her a moment to recover, loosening his grip on her hair and smoothing his hands down her back to her ass. "My turn," he murmured into her hair when he felt like she'd had enough time to enjoy that sweet afterglow and her pussy was no longer tightening and spasming around his cock. Flipping them over wasn't much effort and thankfully her bed was just big enough for that even if it wasn't exactly a king sized one. He liked this better, though it would have been even better if she was on her stomach but this way he could grab her wrists and pin them above her head. "I hope you're not too sensitive after you come," he murmured before he kissed her again, his hips starting up a slow rhythm to begin with.
Bailey was still enjoying how her body felt post-orgasm that she didn't resist when Max shifted her onto her back beneath him. She released a breathy laugh instead, one that trailed off into a low moan when he moved his hips again. Bailey only managed a small shake of her head before he was kissing her and she drew her knees up to just above his hips to cling there. She didn't feel overly sensitive. Just satisfied and lazy, though not so lazy that she was ready to just shut down while he finished. It still felt good enough to want to move with him and Bailey rocked her hips up to meet his thrusts. Maybe it was because she was still mostly drunk, but Bailey liked feeling his weight on top of hers.