Daphne watched the look on his face as he got closer and closer, simply enjoying the fact that he was anything but upset right now, and that she could make him forget. He'd spent so much time thinking about her that she wanted him to be able to just think about himself for a little while - minus the guilty, of course.
She could feel his body tighten against hers just before he began to shudder, her tongue tracing a line up his throat as it fell back away from her. Her hand continued to work even as he exhausted himself of his release, and she could feel his heart pounding against her chest.
Daphne felt his hand firm on the back of her neck as he came down, and she released him as his lips pressed hard against hers, and she closed her eyes and she kissed back with similar ferocity, and she was practically gasping for breath when he pulled away.
She looked up at him through dark lashes as her eyelids blinked away the droplets of water than clung to them. "Feeling a bit better?" she asked, her arms wrapped around him in case he needed her to hold him up.