She felt his orgasm in that way that they share certain things, her body acting in response to the stimuli, and as he comes down she can feel her inner walls contracting, the tingly comfortable feeling spreading through her almost as if the orgasm had been her own. In all likelihood she'd come too, just not quite as hard as him.

Her hand continues to pump his cock until it's gone soft, and only then does she let it go, absently wiping her hand on the sheets before sliding it up to his face. She smiles as he kisses her, and kisses him back, slow and indulgent of him and the state she's put him into.

"I've never heard you scream like that," she murmurs against his lips, smiling again. She knows why he likes all the noises she makes, now.