[He wants nothing more than to make her come again, remember the way her body had felt trembling against him as she'd come before, and his hand slips between them, finding enough space between their bodies to rub between her legs even as he keeps up his hard rhythm, stroking her as he closes his eyes to concentrate on nothing bu the pleasure. He can't even conjure up the words to respond adequately, so he doesn't, just lets his quick and ragged breathing speak for him.]