Keep going

She writhes as he thrusts, before giving him what he wanted. She gives an impassioned moan, almost yelling "Rick!". I'm sure he smiles as he goes at it harder. Then he goes harder in his thrusting. My hand going faster, I try to keep close to his rhythm, making it easier to imagine myself in his place. He is still going, though grunting like he is on the edge. Watching for a few more moments I slowly make my way back to the stairs and head down. Acting like everything is normal.