The intense feeling of pleasure had drown out the rest of the world, until nothing existed that wasn't within a small radius of him. The sound of her breathing was all that filled his ears, her taste still fresh in his mouth, and the only thing in his vision was her beautiful form underneath him. Lean muscles were flexing from the tension and exertion, his own heart feeling as if it were beating a thousand miles an hour, perspiration cascading down his body, trying to cool himself off.
Her fingertips were traveling over his body, up and down his back, through his hair, down his biceps. It was the most gentle of touches, serving the purpose of helping to bring him back down to earth from the heightened sensations that he had been experiencing. He forced his eyes to open, if only to catch a glimpse of the look on her face, of the joy that was to be found there. Something that he had helped to create.
After a few more seconds, he collapsed ontop of her body, the strength of his arms momentarily leaving him. His arms wrapped around her body, clutching her tightly, as he panted softly against her neck in an attempt to catch his breath.