In what might come up later, Michael wasn't able to pull out in time; his orgasm hit just moments after hers, and he exploded inside her. Panting, he realized that part of her breast was still clenched between his teeth, and let go. He stood up and took a look at her, naked except for one shoe. For perhaps no reason save a random desire for symmetry, he pulled himself out and then, very sorely, reached over and yanked it off. The offense removed, He pulled her up to his chest and gingerly laid against a rock.<br/><br/>"So," he quipped to her, "Dinner at your place? You cook, I bring the bondage gear? Vines and....leaves I guess."<br/><br/>His head, he decided, felt much, much better. Who knew that sex was better than tylenol?