And it wasn't a minute too soon, because Jackson had been running right out of ugly beasties to picture. He pulled his hand back to lean on both his arms again, and drove into her harder than before, and stronger, licking the odd-tasting sweat from her neck before his own orgasm stole over him, hips stuttering for a few amazing seconds before they stilled. He kept his face buried against her neck as he caught his breath, but eventually pulled back to flop down beside her, half off of the mattress, given how narrow it was. "I love slow days," he stated, with feeling.