He face was coloring- that was the sign that he couldn't go too much longer with this. But Rayner had a little distraction was well-<br/><br/>There was something undeniably incredibly sexy just about the concept of the act of oral. It was somehow much more complimentary to have a woman using her lips, where she wasn't being physically pleasured, and where it seemed a very direct, mindful act of pleasuring you. On a thinking level, it was amazing. The other aspect was all of the little touches and tricks that could come in that were fan-fucking-tastic all on their own, wet and warm and soft. But the real kicker was the deep throat. All of that, and then you toss on the tightness. Actual, straight up sex had all kinds of virtues, not to get him wrong- it wasn't out classed. But there was nothing quit like the throat.<br/><br/>Or, that's what he'd thought.<br/><br/>"Ah- fuck-"<br/><br/>Half short of breath, he finished his invasion, stopping a moment. It was tight as the throat, easily- more so than the usual. It wasn't going to become his new favorite or anything, but damn, it suddenly seemed a crime that women so much seemed to be against anal. He pulled back slowly, shuddering as the ridges felt even more distinct.<br/><br/>"FUCK. Nnngf!"<br/><br/>Rayner started to move, the in and out, face quickly just being taken over by the pleasure as he moved. It was not just good, but more than he expected, and with it he let himself get lost in the novelty of looking down, unfocused, at the tiny tattooed back under him and Celeste under that, grabbing Celeste's leg and using it to pull himself in, and then going back, and forth, back, and forth. He picked up the pace- not violent of face like he'd done before, but Rayner was testing at least how far he could seem to safely take it, cautiously. By the time he'd found a decent pace though, he was lost enough just to be thinking about keeping it, and under him the woman silently shaking and moving in pleasure. He himself had the shudders running across his body every so often. Celeste would recognize his expression well enough. Wouldn't be hard for her to read the pleasure, or the fact that he was entirely into it, and almost caught off guard. Not like average sex, but some of the better times when she got him to completely just get caught up in the moment and lose that sense of trying to hold on, of self control. Deep throating him, when he was being teased very successfully. That kind of blown-mind, sex-clouded expression as he grunted and pushed, this time with his balls in against Tellus' other entrance.<br/><br/>As if half blind he reached around and grabbed Celeste's breast, squeezing gently, and slowly harder as he moved in the half dazed state. Much as his rhythm picked up, harder, faster as he seemed to grow more distant, eyes seeming half blind to everything but the train he was trying to hold back as he thrust more and more. A loud groan grew in his throat, long, and then again louder, building surprisingly quickly as he hammered at Tellus-<br/><br/>And then all at once his eyes shot wide and Rayner seemed to go nuts. Not really all that much beyond things Celeste had seen before, but even then-<br/><br/>It clamped and spasmed, all elastic tightness and ridges, and Rayner threw his head back and rolled it, emptying his lungs and letting the room echo in the pleasure while the rhythm died entirely and he dropped the belt- grabbing her hips for support as not more than two seconds into Tellus' orgasm he lost all control. And with the woman's throat unbarred again, he might not have been the only one. For several seconds more he kept with the thrusting, emptying himself into Tellus' canal before he finally just slumped over the two of them.<br/><br/>"Oh. Fuck."<br/><br/>He panted, chest heaving.