Victor didn't think he could explain how very okay he was. He made a sound kind of like a purr and wrapped his arms around her. He planted a kiss on her forehead and smiled against her skin. "Worth waiting for," he murmured.
He was likely going to be sore tomorrow and his body might hate him, but at the moment it was still busy feeling utter bliss now that he had finally given it what it had been crying out for for years.
When he was finally a bit more coherent he said, "what about you? You okay?" He did feel sorry he couldn't last longer, but there was nothing to be done about it. The next time would certainly be better, at least he hoped. He did remember being rather good at this!