As always feeling his orgasm on the wake of her own drives her past comprehension and she just continues to cling to him as her walls spasm around him and milk his cock until they're both spent. Her head leans against his and her eyes are closed but she can see the stars on the backs of her eyelids and in this moment her reality has narrowed down to nothing but the feel of his skin against hers, and him inside her.

She feels like rubber as he kisses her face, her own arms slowly loosening from around his shoulders so she can slide her hands along either side of his neck. Her breathing still shallow and uneven she gives him a crooked smile as he presses his forehead to hers.

"You're getting pretty good at this," she comments somewhat wryly.