With a gusty sigh, Freyr rolled off Makaria, but he stayed close to her side, wanting as much body contact as he could. He drew patterns on her chest with his fingertips, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder.
"You did so well," he murmured, his voice a little raspy from his exertion, and his fingers trailed down to loop her belly button. "Do you want me to make you feel good too?"
He wasn't sure if she'd had much experience with orgasm for herself, but it felt selfish not to at least offer. Freyja never let him leave the bed without satisfying her too. It was only fair.