Nina cried out. The pleasure broke over her in a sudden, sharp wave. Her body tensed, her muscles clamping down tightly around him in hard spasms.
Rodrigo let out a guttural sound. He drove into her one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go, and locked his body tight. He held her hard against the mattress as he spilled inside her. His breathing was, ragged, echoing in the quiet room.
He collapsed. His heavy arms wrapped tightly around her waist, and he buried his face in her hair.
He didn't pull away. He stayed inside her.
Nina lay completely still beneath him. Her chest heaved, trying to catch her breath under his crushing weight. She slowly raised one hand and stroked the back of his neck, feeling his damp silver hair between her fingers.
