When he feels her tighten around him, her nails digging into his back, it's over. He drags his hand down her chest, letting it come to rest on her abdomen as he manages to get in a few more thrusts, pushing as deeply as he can one last time before he falls onto his elbows, riding out his orgasm in time with hers. He's breathing hard, his heart is beating fast, and every part of him is still incredibly sensitive, but he doesn't want to move. He trails kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, tracing circles on her side and over her breast. "I think we got longer than even eight seconds in," he laughs breathily. "Be right back." He pushes himself back up so that he can pull out of her--and Christ, that's the opposite of what he wants to do. He gives her a kiss before hopping off the bed to get rid of the condom in the bathroom and comes back, smiling when he sees that she hasn't moved an inch.

He lies down next to her on his side, propped up on an elbow, and presses a kiss to her temple. "Does it ruin the moment if I say that was somehow even better than I imagined it would be?" he asks, plucking rose petals off her arm. "And also that I'm kind of stupidly excited to do it again?" The mere thought sends a jolt through his body and his cock twitches, still delicate from the pleasure that had been flooding through him just a minute ago. He smiles down at her, reveling again in the way she looks beneath him, naked and flushed and blissed out. "You don't mind taking up permanent residence in this bed, right?"