As the last tendrils of electricity scamper out towards all corners of the room, stimulating what feels like every single muscle fiber carefully wrapped around bone, she stills. There are a few tiny quivers of residual impact, but she lets herself float for a few moments - existing, breathing, feeling, reeling. A bubbling series of giggles come out of her, tongue swiping at her lips to wet them, before she narrows the space and presses them to his.

Another spark of skin against skin.

And like an engine, it turns over the mechanics of her hips again - which begin to move in slow and steady undulations, leg still hooked greedily around his hip to assist in forward propulsion. Renewed sensation from within pulls a moan out of her like a wisp of smoke, which she releases into the darkness of his mouth, into the softness of his lips.