Her orgasm is the thing to drive him over, his own orgasm leaving him breathing through his nose as he bites his lip and his spend fills her. They held onto one another through it. When it's done, he drops his forehead to her shoulder while he catches his breath. Not a single thing in the galaxy could ever match how she made him feel. The small high he felt in that post-coital bliss was unmatched by anything.

When he finally lifts his head again it's to press a kiss to her cheek and then her forehead as he takes her face in both of his hands. His hands drop again to her waist as he indulged in just holding onto her, his forehead pressed to hers. They would come back down eventually, but for now they had this.