He felt her come on top of him, and his body clenched like a fist, his head tilting back as he uttered a low, urgent moan. "M-malia," he gasped, trying to warn, but then she began to move again, rocking and grinding and sliding herself on him, and his eyes opened wide. "Oh, f-fuck, baby," he panted, his body shivering, his breath catching as she went. He felt it coming, a surge that built up low in his belly. He grasped her hips tight, fingers digging in hard, and his hips lurched against hers, primal and graceless. At the last moment, though, he pulled her up and himself down, sliding free of her, his body arching under her as his seed burst from his length. A single deep, intense groan rumbled from his chest, and he bucked beneath her a few more times, still clutching her hips as his climax ran its course.<br/><br/>Relaxation came gradually, his body slowly melting beneath hers as he caught his breath, chest heaving against hers. He kissed her, the last embers of passion burning in his lips as he did, head tilted and tongue thrusting. It cooled, though, a series of heated pressed that turned more tame and loving as outright lust gave way to more readily tamed affection. "Oh, my god," he whispered, reaching up to smooth his hair back. "God, Malia."