He couldn't help but growl as her nails dug in, first a sting of pain tying up the experience for him around all the other sensations flying through him. It was easy enough with her helping with her wait, and her rapid reaction and the nails just drove him on, pulling through and keeping up the breakneck pace of tight, tiny motions.<br/><br/>Rayner swallowed her sounds with pleasure, writing just slightly and holding her head in tight, and let her move against him, taking it all in. It was a good place, and even at this pace, he was determined to keep it up. That far from changed when he felt his throat and teeth practically ring with the rise of sound from her and growled as her sex reacted. And of course, no less importantly, her nails drew blood. It was a delicous pain, and meant he was doing something very, very right.<br/><br/>He meant to draw out her orgasm as long as possible, an attempt he always made when he had the presence of mind. Maybe something he'd move away from if he ever learned a trick to rapid multiple orgasms instead, if it required him to focus on the latter instead of the former, rather than with, but as was he had the cocky pride- and track record- to aim for a second before he let himself get too carried away.<br/><br/>Granted, he'd made three with Tellus and Celeste earlier, which generally made him consider something among his finest performances, but he'd had help there.<br/><br/>He kept up the rapidfire thrusting even past the orgasm, however, grunting sounds of effort in his throat as it slowly became arduous, before he finally let himself collapse to the bed, bouncing the mattress.<br/><br/>If Celeste had stopped kissing him, he'd make her come down again and stay at least a moment.<br/><br/>"Mmm,"<br/><br/>He could still lift his hips, but after that rush, he was content to rock against her in slow, fuller motions that didn't require so much energy.