The Lady and the Tiger

That's the last thing she knows until she regains herself. He's lying on her, her legs wrapped around him, his cock still in her. The heat of orgasm has eased to banked warmth, her body is limp, wrung out - the way he's lying, so still, hard breath his only motion, she knows he feels the same. Drained, exhausted - moving a hand is too much effort, so they lie still, recovering...blissful.

Eventually, she can turn her head a little, nuzzle into his throat, tongue flicking against his skin, tasting - he groans at the light touch of her tongue. For a while, they have only the language of kittens - touches, kisses, licks - to ease each other back into the real world. Speech takes longer to return, but it's unneeded; "I love you" is conveyed as effectively in the language of kittens as in words. They'll say it later; they understand it now.