John was matching her in the panting department. He put his effort in this one, and it was showing. Sweat beaded his forehead and he hadn't quite pulled from her yet while he basked in the bliss of their current escapade.
"Fuck me..." John muttered softly while he running his hands over her skin softly and tenderly. John took a deep shaky breath as he let the blood pump through his body the correct fashion than previously.
Shifting his weight, John drew back allowing himself to stand in a fashion that was normal, but allowed himself to hold up Kitty in case she was weak in the knees of anything. Well, more appropriately John shifted her around so that she faced him, and his scooped her up in his arms.
"Come my, Queen." John teased. "Let me draw you a bath." Finished with a smile. If you asked John, after leaving her used like he just did, this was the part he took care of her just to show her how special she was.