( unlike maria, it had been far longer than months since last had an orgasm with someone other than his right hand. despite that, he still had some level of self control, enough to focus on steadying his breath and keeping all of his attention on her as she moved down from him. her skin was far more warm than he would have expected, and with droplets of remaining water still lingering between the two, he couldn't help but let out one last shaky breath as she spoke and began to kiss his neck.

slowly he lifted his arm, opposite to the side she was lying, and brought his hand up to her chin. for the first time in the longest, he had some level of confidence in himself, a drive and determination. he tilted her chin up as much as she would allow him and he leaned in to kiss her. spreading the mess of her wetness and his own saliva into her mouth, he swirled his tongue against her lips a few times before he finally broke away to speak. )

It'd be a waste to use your lips just for that. I want you Maria, on top of me, me on top of you, from behind—

whatever, we can even get freaky I don't care. I just want to make you orgasm over and over again, filling this room up with your moans and you screaming my name.

( he might have been acting a bit more dramatic but he was truly spurred on— hearing her orgasm once just made him want to keep seeing her writhe in pleasure over and over again. )