He manages to pull off of her, to lever himself up so he can rest his cheek on her thigh and just look at her. It's selfish of him, he knows, but there's something in him that simply wants to bask in the moments when it's evident she loves and wants him.

"Hi," he whispers, as the trembling starts to subside. His still-wet fingers stir against her inner thigh, stroking the soft skin affectionately.