He moaned again, broke the kiss with her after he had finished. He took in a deep, steady breath and let it out slowly. He kissed her on the cheek, then sighed, and laid his head down on the ground. His breathing, and his heart, for what seems like the first time, start to slow down, to relax, to return to what was normal.  His hands slowly drifted away from her body, settled down on the floor.<br/><br/>He was exhausted, both mentally and physically, and while he was not passed out, or even asleep, he was now resting.  He felt famished, and dehydrated, but for right now, he just wanted to catch his breath, in the more metaphorical meaning of the phrase.