It takes a while for him to relax, and even then his pulse still pounds through him, making him throb all over. Because he couldn't move, and half the pleasure still seems to be locked inside. It's not a comfortable feeling, but enough of the tension is gone that he can let it go, and start to calm. He doesn't move from where he is for a long time though, breathing her in, rubbing one tired circle on her hip where he thinks he may have grabbed too hard.

'Mmm,' he says, eventually.

After he's said it, it seems like too much effort to come up with more, so he lapses back into silence, and trying to regulate his breathing.