She tips her head where it rests nestled against his shoulder, and he half-smiles [with exhaustion, happy exhaustion] and brushes his lips over her neck. "Don't know," he whispers. "Should make you come again, though. S'posed to help." He's not exactly certain how it's supposed to help; it's something about his orgasm happening first and hers happening second, some scientific thing that he really should have checked out before now. Whatever. Not that he wants to move or anything, but if they want to give this their best shot?

"Lie down with me," he suggests, his eyes still closed with the intensity of it all. "M'gonna use my hands," 'cause he doesn't have it in himself to fuck her again, and using his mouth on her would have the opposite effect, "and make you come and then you can call in and we can go back to sleep." It's the best idea he has, and - while she should probably call before he works her, because this one might be so good that she's practically comatose afterwards - time is kind of a factor here. "Mmmm... so good, Rach. Love you."