Her legs wrapped around his small waist and squeezed him to her, heels digging into the dimple just above his bottom, pushing him down. She let out a cry and her nails bit into his back, one hand flying up to grab a handful of hair from the back of his head. The few seconds of furious mating passed, and she couldn't help a little squeal and buck as he rammed his last and filled her with warmth. Even though she had not came herself, she didn't move, knowing how sensitive he must be from the way his body quivered.<br/><br/>"I'm asking myself that same question dear" She breathed the words into his hair, cradling him to her bosom, body relaxing, holding him in silence while the heat drained from them and the sweat turned cold. She almost drifted off at one point, then, with what equated to a devious smirk, she rolled his hips against him, stimulated the flaccid member inside of her.