This was not his intention when he arrived here this evening. He thought to stop by, if for nothing more than to just lay his eyes on her, to check in on her. One drink, maybe some idle conversation, and he would be on his way again. He did not expect to end up between Theia's legs on top of a table at her bar.
But here they were, indulging in every part of each other, reveling in the heat generated between them as he worked her deep inside to force those sounds out of her over and over again. He could feel her getting close, the gradual tightness of her body around him telling him as much. A groan escaped him as he slammed his left hand down upon the table, clutching onto the edge and using it for leverage. Instinctively he moved faster, pushing into it, knowing exactly where to touch her and how as her body took him with her.
With an arm wrapped so protectively around her still, he pulled her closer to him, needing her there with him, wanting to them to fall together. He buried his face into the nape of her neck, working urgently inside of her, every thrust, though languid and smooth, was sending them streamingly closer. His breathing was short, gasping for air, his lungs were desperate for it, just as his body was desperate for that perfect release. And just when it all got to be too much, he came crashing over that edge with her, uncontrolled moans spilled from his lips as he lost himself deep inside her with every last push he gave, finally letting go.
His head suddenly dropped down to rest on her shoulder, his eyes sliding shut as he focused on his breathing, trying to catch his breath, but not yet pulling out of her. Slowly he caressed her back, his hand gliding over the skin, his thumb tracing along her spine.