Athelstan doesn't realise how loud he's being until his orgasm is beginning to subside. He hears her, then, and it's a beautiful sound, the sound of her pleasure. Her body grips him and Athelstan feels her clit hard against his finger, rubbing gently on instinct. She's riding him through it and he can hear himself then, gasping, sighing, murmuring words he doesn't even understand.
He wonders if it's always like this. It must be like this. Oh, Heavens, he's lost to her now.