He watched her, mouth hanging open, and shuddered as a last tremor of climax was wrung from him just by the look on her face. Her hand was hurting his leg, but fuck it. That wasn't a problem. Never a problem. But she looked like she enjoyed that, and he wished he dared to take a picture of her right here, but she would castrate him for that.
He wanted to speak, but he didn't dare. Not until she'd recovered.