It takes a long time for her to drift back down, and she revels in the feel of his arms around her, his cheek against her own, his lips on her skin.

She keeps her eyes closed and savours the moment, letting her respiration return to normal, sighing softly. Gradually, her grip on him relaxes and her hands skim down to the small of his back. Her thighs still hold tight to his hips and she is not entirely still against him.