[ Neil's able to feel every bit of here; that was the whole point of this. He's engulfed so completely in the moment - in every bit of her - that he never wants to be apart from it again. He's never known anything like it. He doesn't want to. She, alone, is nearly every need he could ever really have.
His only hope is that he can express this clearly to her, in the way he moves against her, breathes over her, moans at her. ] Lacus...