He's so handsome, as she watched, fascinated completely in seeing the pleasure wash over him. Still felt good, felt welcome and eager, and maybe, with more time, it might have built to the same high again. But even without that, she watches him in eagerness. Her lips roaming to kiss across his neck and shoulders. A little firmer to nip against his ear, the same murmurs of encouragement, and the soft little moans that slip between them when he grinds against something that made her jolt and twitch and clench tightly around him.

At least until he finishes, that deeper claiming dig where he is as far into her as he can be, his body twitching and she feels it better this time without being so overwhelmed. That warmth that floods her that is not her - but him, and the blush is hidden behind her over all flush that it does not matter so much. Rather, she just keeps kissing where she can reach, nosing against his long braids to pepper them against his skin.