He can't manage more than a few quick thrusts when he feels her come, thumb pressed to her clit and fingers squeezing her hip to pull her close. He buries his cock in her, feeling her twitch and spasm and tight, fuck, she's even tighter now as she trembles against him that he's gone, he can't, and he comes with a quieter gasp, jerking against her as his cock pulses.

It's cliche he supposes to think that the world stops within an orgasm but this one he swears does make the world stop. There's nothing besides her, her heart racing against his, her breath on his throat and her pussy clenched so tight around him, as if she's trying to milk him of every last drop of his seed. Creators, it's intense, leaves him gasping against her shoulder, even as some part of him has to sense to ease off her clit, to wrap that arm around her and squeeze her to him.

But slowly things start to return. He can feel her more now, still trembling a little and he swallows. Can hear more now, his own breathing and hers, the gentle slosh of the water in the tub and he shivers. Idly his hand strokes up her spine, soothing her, or trying to as he slowly gathers his thoughts again and again Liaran swallows, brow pressed to her shoulder.

"Wow."

He is a man of simple words, yes.