Although the quality of the actual sex was certain to be worth it, Alec was in agreement that this should never happen again. The waiting. Not the sex. That should happen daily.
He made a happy sighing noise when she cried out, his cock twitching with anticipation. He was good, however, making small circles and then finally pressing one finger, then two, inside of her, curling them up, his thumb still pressed against her clit.