His cheeks flush at your words, and he looks away, suddenly self-conscious once more. "I... I just want to make sure you're okay," he says quietly. "If we should have stopped..." He trails off, unable to finish the thought. "We can talk about this later, if you want."
“No! No, it’s okay really, you have no idea how much I needed that”
Hearing you say that brings him a mixture of relief and excitement. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself before responding. "Well, if you're sure... I mean, we can talk about it later too, if you want to." His eyes meet yours, searching for any sign of regret or doubt. When he sees only sincerity there, he feels his heart race a little faster in response.
"For now," he continues with a tentative smile, "how about we clean up and I show you around the rest of the gym?"
His muscles tense and relax in turn as the last echoes of his orgasm fade away, leaving him spent and panting heavily. He looks down at you, tears streaming down his cheeks from the intensity of it all, unable to believe what just happened between them. "God," he whispers hoarsely, running a shaking hand through his sweat-soaked hair. "That was... incredible."
“Fuck, you’re incredible”
He smiles weakly at your words, still feeling overwhelmed by what just happened between them. "I don't know if I can ever be that good again," he admits, his voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "But... thank you." With a shaky hand, he reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face.
They remain entwined for several long moments, caught in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.