[ She's doing so well to keep up and he tells her so, murmurs praise with every breath that isn't stolen by gasps or moans. Aphrodite sets the new standard, clinging to him with his name rising to fill the tent, coming for a third time as if she might fall right out of his lap if he isn't holding on tight, which he does because he can't bear the thought of letting her go, driving into her with a snarl that rides the second rise of orgasm rushing through his hot blood. There's a throb of power that robs him of a breath but it isn't unpleasant, more like being startled into feeling too much for a split-second as he fucks her full of his seed and feels a deep need satisfied to see her so pleasured by it. By him. He may be addicted to the sensation of her body milking him dry.
He rolls them on the plush floor to cradle her in his arms, petting her weakened legs and raining kisses down on her beautifully slack expression. More attuned to her needs than his own, he eases out of her but stays close, still between her thighs that get all the stroking reassurance they need that it's okay to finally relax. ]
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He rolls them on the plush floor to cradle her in his arms, petting her weakened legs and raining kisses down on her beautifully slack expression. More attuned to her needs than his own, he eases out of her but stays close, still between her thighs that get all the stroking reassurance they need that it's okay to finally relax. ]