Sloppy Seconds

He felt himself rise between her smooth cheeks.
She opens one eye, trying to focus on the nightstand clock.
He notices, or thinks he does, the hairs rise on the back of her neck.
She purrs ever so softly, or is it a groan.
He holds her left nipple between his right thumb and forefinger, palming her soft flesh.
She arches her back toward him, raising her buttock, leaving herself entirely open.
He accepts her offer, entering, not quite sure of his location, not quite hard enough.
She realizes his predicament and reaches her right hand between their legs to rectify the situation.
He intially flinches, but then rises to the occasion, thrusting not quite as wildly as before.
She congratulates herself on her success, relieved.
He spasms, smiles inwardly, relieved.
She rolls over as he exits and drizzles the remains of the evening down her thighs and onto the sheets.