He doesn't move his hand until she's done riding out her orgasm, probably couldn't even move if he tried because the way she's been holding on to him, gripping his neck, the fact that it's all because he's able of making her feel as good as she's made him feel--it's just been so long since he's had this with someone, he'd forgotten how actually euphoric it is. It helps to be doing it with someone you're already in love with, he thinks, and he can admit that he's glad that they'd waited because he thinks it's made tonight that much sweeter.

He kisses across up her cheek, across her forehead, down the other cheek before landing on her lips as he slowly pulls out of her, regretting the loss of feeling her tightness around his fingers. "I love hearing you say my name like that," he tells her with a soft smile. "Makes me want to do it again. And again and again and again."