[The pressure of his release isn't enough to tip her over the edge, but the tension in his body and his staggered breathing is pleasure enough. She rocks slowly, easing him through to the end of his climax, until he melts beneath her. She can feel the sharp ache of her own desire recede like the tide.
She doesn't roll off of him right away. She likes cuddles, and she can't resist taking advantage of his exhaustion to just rest against him. She wraps her arms loosely around his neck in an almost-hug. But she doesn't want to push her luck. She savors it for just a moment and then rolls off of him. She lies on her shoulder, watching his face with a little twitchy smile. She rests a hand on his stomach -- not quite a hug and not quite a cuddle, but it serves the same purpose.]
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She doesn't roll off of him right away. She likes cuddles, and she can't resist taking advantage of his exhaustion to just rest against him. She wraps her arms loosely around his neck in an almost-hug. But she doesn't want to push her luck. She savors it for just a moment and then rolls off of him. She lies on her shoulder, watching his face with a little twitchy smile. She rests a hand on his stomach -- not quite a hug and not quite a cuddle, but it serves the same purpose.]