She had already been close, hell she'd been close before they had even started, but when he lost it, she followed quickly behind. His scent alone was enough to cause her eyes to cross. At her orgasms peak she pushed herself up to sit, just before it plateaued off. His name, with a mix of other nonsense words tumbled from her tongue, as she cried out.
Slowly, slowly, he came back into focus. Her legs still quivered at his sides. Her fingers feathered over his stomach. A sex drunk smile spread over her lips. Soft little panted breaths parting her lips just a little... She didn't trust her legs to move off of him. She didn't want to just yet anyway.