She wraps him up immediately, the second his mouth is on her neck, hot and wet and muffling his cries as he finally lets go. He traps her hair, so she presses her cheek to his temple and just holds onto him. One hand curls in his hair, and the other slides around him, wrapping him up in a tight embrace.

She moans, voice high and strained and halfway to a whimper. He's still rocking, hot and heaving from head to toe. She can feel his heart pounding, every hard breath against her neck, and now she starts to feel heavy and sated. Wrapped in him like a warm glove, humming with relief.