Eventually his body gives out, utterly, deliriously exhausted, and his limbs turn stiff and heavy. As his fingers loosen from her hand, he leans his face into her palm, eyes closed, turning his head slightly to brush his lips against her wrist.


For a lost second or two, he has to remind himself where he is.


"Oh my god...," he mumbles almost incoherently through a deep, groaning sigh.

He opens his eyes a crack, then drops his head to her shoulder to bury his face in her hair. Resting the leaden weight of his upper body on his elbows so he doesn't smother her, he remains where he is until the rest of him decides it wants to move.



Sex with a woman who rides horses is one of Tommy's favorite things.