She stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, her body vibrating against the wall as she rode the wave of the orgasm. I didn't stop, though I slowed the pace, continuing to grind into her while she shuddered and sobbed under the spray. The sensation was incredible, the heat of her release washing over me, but I held firm. I wasn't ready to let go yet.
The pressure in my gut was heavy, a dull ache that promised a massive finish, but I wanted to savor this. I wanted to feel her go limp, to feel the way she surrendered everything to me in the steam and the noise.
"Fuck, Eleanor," I whispered, my voice sounding distant even to my own ears. "You really are a piece of work."
