He watches her happily, almost breathless himself from the way she arches and tenses, tugging at him. He keeps massaging her through the orgasm as she tightens around his fingers, then slowing down and softening his touch as her body collapses, then finally pulling away once she's become so oversensitive that she twitches at his touch.

He wipes his hand on his shirt (it's already stained anyway), then runs it gently across her thigh, her side, her abdomen, just loving touches as she basks in the afterglow.

"I love you," he whispers, leaning down to kiss the side of her mouth softly.