Oh, no, no. He was the best man, if you asked Xanthippe. Although it was for the best that she wasn't actually asked anything right this moment because all of her answers would probably have been incoherent babbling.

There was plenty of shaking even without him continuing his ministrations throughout her orgasm. She was just glad he helped her onto the bed, where she then lay splayed out waiting for him without a care in the world for how she looked because feeling the aftershocks and watching him get a condom took precedence.

And then he was there with her and pushing into her and she clenched around him, like that set off another round of aftershock by itself. She got her wits together just enough to wrap her legs around his waist, but even that was mostly on instinct.

His fingers had been good, but this was better.