He rammed against her again and again, growling throatily and biting. The hand she had working at his pants only served to make him more excited. He increased his speed.

She didn't manage to get his pants off in time. His teeth dug into her shoulder as his entire body tensed and then released. His body sagged, spent.

He didn't quite stop though. As tired, sticky, and warm as he now was, he didn't let up on the rhythm of thrusting against her. It simply started to slow down as the waves of exhausted bliss started washing over him. He wanted that fever-pitch rhythm of theirs back, but he lacked the energy to renew it.