Celeste was going wild. And as he watched, Rayner's eyes slowly widened, as though he was hypnotized by the process of her losing control, wild gleam starting in his eyes, growing with each sign from the motions to the cut off of breath and curling tongue, the feelings inside her and eyes slowly rolling back. Somehow she was focused enough to move very carefully with the thrusts, falling back on practice.
Rayner's teeth bared he grunted, growing a touch louder with each hard thrust over him, working his hips back against his wife's motions while she was swept away and he became less and less mired in his own head and more... lost. Animal. The shaft throbbed, underside bulging and teeth clacked together clenching against the tides of pleasure. Rayner pulled himself back from the precipice with a growl, and again, before he suddenly seemed to be perpetually clawing to hold his own there. Try as he might, and surely the effort was well appreciated, it was like throwing wave after wave of bodies against a shield wall. Sooner or later, something was going to give-
"Fuck- FUCK!"
Rayner tensed, hips rising, and then the world would spin as he turned without even realizing, practically slamming Celeste over into the bed before rolling himself atop her and pressing her head down into the bed with the hands clenched around her throat at arm's length. Strong as he was, if she had been much frail by nature rather than just of present, or if he had entirely lost control, more damage than was meant might have been done to her windpipe. But there seemed to be only that tiny bit of control keeping her safe and sound as Rayner drove her hips repeatedly into the bed in a frenzy, rapid motions overtaking him; snarling as he watched her face from arms length and once more caused the small bed to buck and bounce against the wall and floor. Writhing and jumping in fits of overwhelming sensation atop her, it seemed almost as if her was coming, fighting back through the waves of pleasure, until the deal was sealed with one loud snarl and particularly hard thrust.
Rayner drove her hips into the bed forcefully, holding them down a moment as his head flung back, practically gasping for breath as if he'd been the one being choked. Jerking and shaking violently, he pulled back and thrust again as the first and then second wave of hot cum pushed its way into her. His head fell forward, and then flung back once more, before sagging again, through the course of more and more of the sticky warmth inside her and several more pointed thrusts.
And when it seemed as if they'd stopped entirely and he was shaking too hard to move, his hands finally let go of her neck, elbows falling to the bed as he collapsed in an effort to support himself.
Slowly still rocking in and out.