She could feel him losing control and it was her undoing. She screamed his name as an exhaustive orgasm tore through her once more, she scrabbled for purchase on the desk, her eyes rolling back in her head. She could feel him let go inside of her and the thought to worry about that didn't even occur to her. She was filled with him, surrounded by him, sticky with sweat and with him and as she rode her high to completion she put all her weight on her desk, gasping for breath underneath him but not wanting him to move.
She wanted to feel this closely connected to the world all the time, the feel of the grain of her desk biting into her, the soreness in her legs and her shoulders, the insatiable desire to lock them in her office and keep doing this for hours, into the late night, as many times as he could.