The feel of him within her as he found his release brought her a second time, and this time she did cry out. And then she relaxed utterly beneath him, smiling softly and occasionally twitching, eyes half-lidded. “Yours,” she murmured, dreamily.
Glancing down with a captivated awe, he smiled as she came again, his fingers tangling in her hair as they splayed out to cup her head, chest heaving against hers. Laying down and kissing her on the chin, he smiled a little wider and remained buried to the hilt inside of her. “Yours,” he echoed with a delighted sigh.
She matched his sigh, tipping her face down a little to catch at his mouth in a slow, lazy kiss. “I told you,” she whispered.