It was crazy how Max felt like he could happily fuck her all night - as if he had that kind of stamina in the first place - but fuck it just felt so fucking good and normal to be this intimate with someone. Sex meant being able to not think about all the shit that had been going on, to just focus on the pressure in his balls and the rhythm of his thrusts, to get lost in another person as his pleasure ramped up. He moved to kiss and nibble on Bailey's neck, moaning quietly against her skin as he inched closer to his own climax. He could have lasted longer, maybe not all night but longer for sure, but it became too tempting to just let go. In that glorious moment he wanted to do this again sometime because it was perfect and orgasms always made him stupid for a few minutes, stupid enough to forget that 'once more' usually meant 'a few times more' and that way led to risk of attachments and bad blood. "Fuck," he panted, rubbing Bailey's wrists as he nuzzled her shoulder. "Fuck that was good..."
With her hands pinned above her she was helpless to do anything but move her hips with his until she felt him tense. Her skin was damp with sweat and seemed to tingle where his lips pressed, which was always a nice sensation. As the movement of their bodies slowed to a stop, Bailey opened her eyes and turned her face lazily toward his. "Yeah," she agreed breathlessly. It had been good. Great, even. Exactly what she had needed, actually. Maybe that was why she didn't feel inclined to push him off of her right away. He would move when he was ready to, and as long as he didn't pass out on top of her, Bailey was willing to wait. She had no idea when she would enjoy the feel of a male body pressed against hers again, so why not enjoy it for a few moments more?
Max eventually let go of her wrists, stroking her arms slowly as he shifted his weight and pushed himself up on his elbows. He grinned lazily at her, enjoying the feel of her body for a few moments longer, reluctant to move just yet. Funny how he hadn't realized just how badly touch-starved he was for skin on skin contact until he finally got it but maybe that was for the best. He'd missed hugging and friendly rough-housing badly enough without missing sex too. "Now you've fucked me twice," he murmured before sneaking a kiss on her lips. "Gotta say, I liked this fuck better."
Bailey drew her arms back down, resting her hands on his hips for a moment before she smirked up at him. "I liked this one better too, because you're not breaking and entering and trying to burglarize someone." So really, he had fucked himself that first time. Bailey had just been doing her job, which she was Max already knew. Now that the sex was over and her blood was cooling, Bailey was starting to feel a bit of restlessness deep in her core. The skin to skin contact was nice, but the rush if pleasure was fading and she really just wanted to curl up and sleep now. "You want to use the bathroom or anything?" she murmured.
"I'm behaving," Max murmured teasingly, though that wasn't true for long, not really. She didn't need to know that. He pulled out slowly and flopped down on his back next to her, removing the condom and tying it off. "Ladies first," he told her though he had a feeling she'd scoff at being called a lady and she'd probably be right to. Either way, if she went first, he could enjoy the view before it was lost to him forever - probably. He just had to not get too comfortable because he tended to get sleepy after sex, though weirdly he wasn't feeling it now.
She didn't exactly scoff, but she did smirk as she moved to sit and slide off of the bed. One benefit to condoms, other than the whole not getting pregnant thing, was not having to rush to the bathroom to clean up the mess left behind. Still, she could brush her teeth and knockback her sleeping pills and be good to go. Bailey padded across the room and across the hall into the bathroom. She didn't take terribly long but once she returned to the bathroom, she found a plain white t-shirt that had been flung across the dresser and tugged it on over her head. "It's all yours," she said before climbing back into bed. Bailey couldn't remember the last time she had actually slept with another man in her bed.