Michael is holding himself over Lee, breathing deeply and unevenly in a way that’s making him lightheaded. His eyes are scrunched shut, brows pulled together, color blushing high on his cheeks. He feels like he’s vibrating. Lee’s voice is there, making sounds and words of pleasure and approval, and her body is around his, moving and holding him. The room is hot. Lee is like summer. He doesn’t want it to end.
He leans forward in a blind desire to touch his face to some part of her, folding over onto one of his forearms, and with a shiver sinks the last bit of the way inside. The hand on Lee’s thigh anchors her as he moans again, roughly and louder this time, hips rocking firmly up against her.
“OhgodLee. I’mmmnot. Mmm.” It’s hard to focus on this. Somewhere, way back in his head, he both wants to laugh and die. “This isn’t gonna last long.”