It's over too fast. Or maybe it's over just in time, 'cause I'm not real sure how much longer I could've handled this. I hold out as long as I can, gasping into a messy, off-center kiss, hips stuttering out of rhythm, and then I come with a hoarse sob of a cry, balls deep and feeling like I'm coming apart at the seams.

"Ah, fuck," I gasp, my arm giving out, collapsing on top of him with a weak groan.