[She's more out of breath than usual and laying back against the table with him over top of her, it has to be because of the exhibitionism giving an extra little kick. Her heart's just ramming around in her chest and whoo, boy. She needs a few moments too - sliding her arms around him while her muscles' contractions ebb softer each trembling twitch. She kneads at his shoulders like a satiated cat, murmuring a soft groan while her legs feel limp.
Fuck.] That was so good. [Yep, she's still breathless.]