[Her legs tingle when she gently lets them down, carefully laying them out on the bed with a squirming stretch that goes through her whole body in turn. Her breaths are labored and her skin slick with sweat, but she grins. And after a moment of simply laying there, chest rising and falling, her hand brushes over his and holds his wrist in place as she slowly rolls onto her side to face him.
Hope you don't mind the cuddling aspect, because a well sated Rebecca is one who likes to lay right up close. Her forearm matches his, draping over him as she curls close.] ... I think I lost my voice.