This time watching her come knocks the breath out of him. Because she's also squeezing his fingers in throbbing pulses, shivering uncontrollably, her hand going loose and nerveless around his hard cock as she shakes apart. He tries to memorize as much of it as possible, to etch it into his mind somehow, because it's extraordinary and fucking gorgeous and he's doing that to her.

Again he slows as her orgasm ebbs, and when the pulsing stops he draws his fingers out of her gently. He kisses her once, brief and light, and then brings his hand to his own mouth so he can suck the wetness away from his own skin.

(The taste of her almost turns him mindless again. It's like sweat and bitter caramel. If his test results are back by Tuesday, he's absolutely having her for dessert after the ballet.)