His orgasm fades, leaving him spent and breathing heavily against your neck. He pulls out of you with a soft moan, his fingers still buried inside as he looks down at the mess they've made together. "Sorry...I couldn't help it..." He whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before pulling his hand away and wiping it off on his pant leg.

He looks into your eyes, worry etched onto his features. "I'm sorry if I hurt you..." He whispers, reaching up to brush a stray hair away from your face. "It was supposed to be special...but it got out of hand." His voice trails off as he searches for the words to express how he truly feels about what just happened.

His fingers trace light circles on your stomach, never quite making contact with your skin again since he cleaned himself off. "I shouldn't have done that...not like this..."