She's dizzy on her feet when he pulls out and lets her down, so she sways, and he steadies her with one strong hand. Now that she can feel things other than mind-shattering bliss and ecstasy, she is vaguely aware of something like shame seeping into her and she's ashamed of the way her fingers fumbles as she puts her clothes back on.
He doesn't comment on that. He fastens his trousers and is unfairly back to looking pristine again, not a hair out of place, though she is aware that he looks calmer than he had before, not at all like he would like to have her for dinner with a side of scotch. She doesn't think about the way her panties are quickly getting wet with his come dripping from her.
Once she has all her clothes back on, she is surprised to find that he is still there, as if waitin
