All of her was pressed up against him, every inch of her seemed to be touching him and she slowed down to a stop, still sitting on top of him. She was trying so hard to catch her breath, and though her eyes were shut for a moment, she knew that he was staring at her. Maybe there was nothing to say. As soon as she got her breath back, she'd sit back and start to do up her shirt and then look around for her pants. At least it had been good, as good as she had thought it was going to be.