She grimaces, holding her breath as he pulls out. When she finally exhales it comes out in a groan. She refuses to whimper, no matter how he makes her feel.

She takes a moment to draw in a few sweet breaths now that his weight is off her chest. She crosses an arm over her breasts to manufacture some sense of decency, knee bent and leg partially crossed.

"Jesus."

The fingers of her free hand are resting near his hip. Gathering all of her reserves, she moves them the few impossible inches closer, brushing his hipbone.