( he doesn't feel her come apart because he's so caught up in how he feels. he keeps moving harder and faster, mouth pressed against hers but not really kissing, more just sharing breath.
and when she does fall apart, he's still pushing into her, still trying to chase his own pleasure and he manages to catch it just a few moments after she comes.
he buries himself into her and holds there, tucking his face against her neck and gasping out his orgasm and pleasure against her skin. his hips still move against her, shallow strokes to try and prolong both their pleasure before they slow and stop and he just lays there against her, breathing hard and trying to come down from what they'd just done. )
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and when she does fall apart, he's still pushing into her, still trying to chase his own pleasure and he manages to catch it just a few moments after she comes.
he buries himself into her and holds there, tucking his face against her neck and gasping out his orgasm and pleasure against her skin. his hips still move against her, shallow strokes to try and prolong both their pleasure before they slow and stop and he just lays there against her, breathing hard and trying to come down from what they'd just done. )