At last she goes still, rolling flat onto her back after all her thrashing about. Her legs opening again to free his hand, her breathing fast and shallow as if she'd run a mile. There she lay, her body tingling pleasantly all over as she opened her eyes again, a dazed, dreamy look on her features as she gives him a lopsided smile.

Her tongue seems not to be working, so she brings her hand up to card his red strands back from his brow, behind his ear. She was in such luck, it seemed, such pleasurable things from just his hand, from kissing her all over, and it leaves her all adrift and pliable as she lays there, just admiring him.