Quite spent (or so she thought) and glad that she was already laying on the bed, she panted for air, trying to catch her breath so bad when he finally came with her. She could barely kiss him back when he covered her lips with his, swallowing a bit and watched as he started to kiss down her body. Was he about to do what she thought he was going to do? It was a good thing her knees couldn't even bent back down. Not for a while. And yeah, she couldn't see him anymore, but she knew where he was. Too bad she couldn't reach to put her hands in his hair. she'd just have to lie there and take it. Poor Nancy Drew.